Harry Potter x Hazbin Hotel Ch. 2 (Patreon)

Harry made sure to lather up his hair as much as possible. He had leaned into what he'd redubbed the ‘rockstar’ look, and that meant keeping his hair longer than what he'd been accustomed to in life. The last time he could recall wearing his hair this long had been during his fourth year, when everyone had shared the same phase.

His hands were really getting in there as he let the shower head clean soap off his body.

He'd been here a month now, and he had to admit, he loved it.

Hell was like the freedom of being an adult with none of the responsibilities. He was also powerful enough to not have much to fear from the many dangerous elements of hell. 

He could honestly say that in a short amount of time, he'd warmed up to all of his ‘roomies’ here at the hotel. Well, he was still borderline terrified of Alastor, but he at least felt that he was on friendly terms with the Radio Demon, even if their interactions usually made him feel like a mouse being toyed with by a very playful, but still ravenous, cat.

Angel Dust was fun to hang around with, especially once Harry realized that the constant flirting was more a coping mechanism and nothing serious. Husk was chill and actually a really good bartender, though he'd thumbed his nose at Harry when he'd asked him if he had any butterbeer. Sir Pentious seemed to consider Harry a blood brother, for some odd reason, and Harry had only fanned the flames when he'd mentioned that he could talk to snakes at one point.

Then there were Charlie and Vaggie. Charlie was wonderful, truly amazing, and it pained Harry that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but fall harder and harder for the cute princess of hell each and every day. It was a real struggle, because he loved spending time with her, but everytime she accidentally brushed her hand against his or flashed him that big smile, it took all of Harry's willpower not to pin her to the wall.

Things with Vaggie were… awkward. She wasn't openly hostile toward him anymore, but it was clear she saw him as a threat, and Harry really couldn't blame her. If he had Charlie, he would be extremely jealous too.

Lost in his contemplation, Harry absently raised his head, all the suds in his hair having been washed off long ago. 

There was a small mirror in the shower. Harry smiled at his reflection. He'd become accustomed to his new self, and he was no longer shocked each morning when he caught a glimpse of his grey skin or his horns, or that small black hand reaching out to stab him-

“HELLO, LOVER! ROOM FOR ONE MORE?”

“NIFFTY!” Harry screamed, it was too late to turn around, Niffty's arm had already plunged downward onto his back.

Harry prepared himself for the sharp jab of pain. But, while there was a sharp jab, it wasn't that painful. 

Instead of the sharpened blade of a knife, Harry felt the coarse hairs of a brush.

“Niffty will make sure you're clean as a corpse, lover!”

Harry groaned as she roughly brushed his back, though he had to grudgingly admit that it felt quite good as well.

Niffty grabbed his tail and lifted it up as she began to scrub his bum. “Gotta get everything!"

“Niffty, I can bathe myself, you know.” Harry said.

He couldn't see her at all through the mirror, but he knew she was shaking her head.

“You've got a big, strong, sexy back! But don't worry, I can reach it for you!”

Harry sighed. He'd learned over this strange relationship of theirs that there was no stopping the little imp once she got an impulse, and she got a lot of them.

He felt a bit weird, seeing as he wanted to pursue Charlie, who was in a relationship, and he was sure that even in the extremely unlikely event he was able to get with Charlie, Niffty would not back off.

Worst of all, he couldn't really say he didn't like the little murder imp and her quirks. 

‘Oh well, it's hell, it figures things would be a little bit messy’ He thought

“Oooh! Nice big pimple!” Niffty cooed, suddenly pulling back the brush and raising her free hand up.

“AH!” Harry groaned as Niffty popped a pimple on his back with her razor sharp nails. “That's enough!”

Harry turned around as Niffty cackled maniacally. Harry lifted her up on his arms and pressed her up against the wall.

“You really love pushing your luck for someone who barely comes up to my navel.” Harry growled.

“Punish me! Punish me!” She begged giddily, still holding onto that brush.

Harry shook his head, there was no winning with her.

He thrust forward and split her pussy open with his cock, satisfied that even a deranged psychopath like her couldn't mask her reaction as she was filled with a gargantuan cock.

Harry's ridged cock had violated Niffty's pussy many times over the past month, and yet each time she was still painfully tight. 

“YES! YES!” Niffty shrieked as Harry showed no mercy, pounding the imp right up against the shower wall and slamming his massive cock home.

Watching her single eye roll to the back of her head was both freaky and sexy. Harry put a hand to her neck, not holding back one iota as he choked the life out of her.

She loved every second of it. She smiled up at him, keeping her legs split wide to better allow his cock to ram into her pussy.

“Stabby time!” She exclaimed as she raised the brush up in the air and then thrust it back down.

Harry ignored it. He'd barely feel the blunted end of a brush against his powerful ba-

“Fuuuuck!” Harry hissed in pain as a knife dug into his shoulder blade.

Niffty giggled. “I gave you your first stab! Now we really are soul mates!”

Harry saw red, but his towering rage only helped to increase Niffty's pleasure.

When the two finally stepped out of the shower, a disgruntled Harry was followed out by a more than satisfied Niffty, who shamelessly began drying off with the same towel Harry had in his hand.

Harry eyed the wooden brush with a knife taped to its back with disdain, vanishing it away with a thought.

“Want me to clean up your wouuund? I've got lots of antiseptic!"

Harry glared at her. “I already healed it.”

He knew his stint in hell had warped his mind, because he didn't even think to yell at Niffty for having stabbed him. It had only been a flesh wound, anyways.

There was a knock at the door as Harry grabbed a second towel, letting the old one drape over Niffty and turn her into a miniature sheet-ghost. While the little imp struggled to escape her damp prison, Harry went to the door, wrapping the towel around his waist.

“What's up?” He cracked the door open, expecting Charlie or Sir Pentious, who had really been on a kick about the two of them getting matching tattoos. 

He wasn't expecting Vaggie to be on the other side, looking as uncomfortable as she always did when the two had to interact by themselves.

“Oh, hey Vaggie, what's up?” Harry opened the door up a little bit wider.

“You haven't seen Charlie around, have you?” 

“Nah, I haven't seen her all day to be honest.”

Vaggie bit her lip, her one good eye letting Harry know that she was waging an internal debate.

“Did… did she not say she was stepping out or anything?” 

“She said she was going to the stationary store to buy post-it notes, but that was an hour and a half ago and she hasn't been back.”

“And she's not answering her phone either?”

Vaggie shook her head.

Harry got a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that had almost never led his astray. It was the immediate knowledge that something was not right.

“I think we should try and find her.” He said. “Let me get changed.”

Harry went back into the room and quickly got changed, glad that Niffty had tired herself out and was loudly snoring on his bed.

He emerged and received a determined nod from Vaggie as the two quickly made their way through the hall and down the main staircase.

“We should head out to the store and fan out from there.” 

“You guys looking for Charlie?” Angel Dust called out from where he was laid out on a sofa.

Vaggie's eye narrowed, “How do you know?”

Angel dust shrugged. “Oh nothing, just this ransom note someone slid under the door half-an-hour ago.”

Panicked, Harry and Vaggie rushed over to him, Vaggie snatching the piece of bright green construction paper from his hand.

“They're real weirdos, you know. They went with the classic newspaper clipping ransom note, I didn't even know we had newspapers down here!”

Spelled out in cut up bits and pieces of newspaper, the note read:

We hAVe

uR

GIrL

bRiNG

2K bUCKs

To tHe PIEr by nIne

“And their spelling is fucking atrocious too.”

Angel Dust groaned as Vaggie grabbed him forcefully by the collar, pinning him against the couch.

“Why didn't you tell us before?” Harry asked, trying to control his own rising anger.

“You know how often we get ransom notes? I get ransom notes for myself all the time! Its usually people fishing for some easy cash.”

Vaggie fixed him with a final glare before letting him go.

“We need to get to the pier.” 

…

“Who would be stupid enough to kidnap the princess of hell?” Harry asked as the two of them marched down a busy street.

Vaggie sported a sour look that had not left her face since leaving the hotel. “It's either someone that doesn't know who she is, or someone that thinks they'll actually get away with it.”

They were coming up on the pier, and Harry was thrown off as he saw what looked like a bona fide line of hellions waiting to go down to the end. There was even a big, burly, yellow skinned demon that looked like a bouncer.

“What time's your reservation?” The demon asked Harry and Vaggie as they approached.

“Reservation?” Vaggie asked.

The demon sighed, holding a clipboard up against his chest. “Is your reservation under ‘ransom’, ‘murder’ or ‘intimidation’?”

“Huh?” 

The demon rolled his eyes. “What time were you scheduled for?”

“...Nine?” Harry asked unsurely.

“Nine… nine…” The demon ran his finger down the clipboard until it finally slid to a stop. “Ah, here ya go. Nine o’ clock I only got a ransom. Two grand, right? Pretty small potatoes, did they kidnap your dog or somethin’?”

Harry put a hand on a seething Vaggie's shoulder to stop her from jumping on the guard and beating him senseless.

“People book a time to commit crimes on this pier?” Harry asked.

The bulky demon seemed almost offended. “Why wouldn't they? It's prime real estate. Nice long walk, great for intimidation. Perfect for cement shoes or dunking people's heads in the water. Lots of hungry fish in there too. And the view is fantastic. Its the best spot in the whole city.”

“That's not wha-”

“Where are they? Where are the fucking bastards who took Charlie?” Vaggie barked.

The demon shrugged. “Its seven and your appointment's at nine, lady, you two are way too early. I suggest you take a romantic stroll by the docs or something and then come back at nine to get your dog back.”

There was murder in Vaggie's eyes, and Harry had to actively restrain her from clawing the idiot's face off.

“Let me fucking go!” 

“Calm down, Vaggie, I've got an idea."

“You've got an idea?” She asked in a mocking tone.

“I do.” Harry said, trying to impress on her just how serious he was with only a look.

He expected Vaggie to keep fighting him on it, but she actually calmed down, pulling back and folding her arms. “Alright, we'll try it your way first.”

Harry let out a breath before stepping up to the bodyguard.

“Whoever booked that appointment at nine, you must have some contact information for them or something, right?”

The man scoffed. “You really think I'd compromise my business by releasing client information?”

Harry leaned in, “I believe you'd do it for a hundred bucks.” 

The demon raised an eyebrow, “Are you serious?”

“Two hundred.”

He flicked a piece of lint off from his tailored suit. Harry was undeterred.

“Five hundred.”

The demon smiled, showing off a pair of fangs on his lower jaw. “Pleasure doing business with ya’.” He held a meaty paw out.

Harry sighed as he dug into his pocket, coming out with a thick wad of cash rolled up in a band.

“Take eight hundred for your troubles.” Harry placed the money on the grinning demon's palm, but he didn't let go of the cash. “When you tell us what we want to know.”

The bulky demon's beady eyes narrowed, seeming to debate on wether he should try and rip the money from Harry's hand.

Harry stared back at him, completely unafraid, and his resolve was enough for the demon to grunt.

“They're in the hotel across the street. Rented a conference room I think.”

Harry smiled, relinquishing the cash into the greedy demon's hand. “Thank you.” 

He turned around, shooting Vaggie a smile. “I just found our kidnappers.”

“Unless he just lied through his teeth.”

“He knows I can find him.” Harry said, making sure to say it loud enough for the demon to overhear.

Vaggie tilted her head. “And all it cost you was eight hundred dollars.”

Harry shrugged. “Not my money.” 

He shot her a wink and then brushed past her as Vaggie shot him an incredulous look.

Back on the pier, voices were beginning to raise.

“What the fuck do you take me for?”

“I-I swear, I brought it! One thousand, just like you said!”

“There's only one fifty here! Alright, boys, I guess he made his decision, he wants to sleep with the fishes tonight.”

A high-pitched scream rang off as Vaggie caught up to Harry. As they crossed the street, Harry flashed Vaggie a fifty. 

“When this is over, we can all go for ice cream, my treat.”

Vaggie snorted. And then she realized she'd laughed at something Harry said, and she screwed her face up into a serious mask again.

Still, the silence as the duo approached the hotel was considerably more companionable than it had been previously.

…

The Overlooked Hotel was not the cleanest, nor was it the safest, but it was certainly the cheapest non-motel hotel to be found in the greed ring of hell.

The conference room was dusty, with peeling wallpaper, squeaky chairs and dim, flickering lighting. It was also mostly empty, with only four chairs occupied out of the dozens arrayed in neat rows in front of the stage. 

“Sir, I need to reiterate that I believe this is a terrible, terrible idea!” 

A diminutive red imp wearing a black suit with a red bowtie was whispering fervently at another, slightly taller imp.

“Oh would you stop being such a wet blanket, Moxxie? When this plan works, I'm not going to give you any of the credit.”

“You weren't going to do that anyways, sir.”

Typing away at his smartphone with his feet kicked up on the chair in front of him, Blitzo laughed. “ And that's why I'm the boss and you're not, Moxxie, you have the imagination of a goldfish.”

Moxxie fumed, glaring at his uncaring boss, whom he was sure was going to get them all killed this time.

Moxxie and Blitzo were near the back of the room. Several rows ahead of them, looking supremely bored as she scrolled through her phone, was Blitzo's adoptive hellhound daughter, Loona. 

Near the front, a curvy female imp with short black hair was the only one actually paying attention to their speaker.

Up on stage, Charlie Morningstar glanced up from her notes, smiling nervously at her audience.

“Ummm, do you guys want to take a snack break or something? Oh! I know this fantastic donut shop a few blocks down, I could bring donuts for everyone.”

“No, no, that's ok sweetie! You're doing great, we wouldn't want you to stop.” Blitzo yelled from his seat. “Mox and I will go out and get us some of those complimentary mints from the lobby.”

“Are you guys sure you don't want a break?” Her eyes swept over Loona, who didn't even bother looking up from her phone, and then Millie, who gave her an encouraging smile.

“I'm super engaged, darlin’, keep on truckin'!”

“O-Ok. As I was saying, another good option would be a secret santa. If we get everyone in hell to exchange gifts with each other, that'll go a long way in helping everyone look beyond their petty disagreements.”

Charlie continued expounding on one of her seventy-eight different plans for improving the conditions in hell, and Blitzo and Moxxie slipped out of the conference room.

“Sir. Please, I implore you, reconsider!”

Blitzo rolled his eyes as he reached out and stole a heaping handful of soap bars from one of the maintenance carts. “We're already all in, Moxxie, the time to try and change my mind was before we kidnapped her highnessl.”

“I did try and change your mind, sir!” Moxxie growled.

“Oh, lighten up, Mox, take that stick out of your ass, or shove it deeper, whatever floats your boat. This is a foolproof plan!”

“What if Lucifer comes looking for her, sir?”

Blitzo waved him off. “No one's seen the big guy in forever! Besides, that's the beauty of this plan. If he were to come down, he'll just see his pretty little princess hosting a press conference, which I so helpfully provided the venue for. Shit, we might actually get in his good graces and then we'll really be rolling in it.”

Moxxie smacked his own face, frustrated by Blitzo's deranged delusions, which might actually get them killed this time.

The elevator was broken at this hotel, so they had to take the stairs to the lobby.

“Sir, doing all this for seventeen-hundred dollars-”

“Two grand.”

“We paid three hundred for the venue, sir.”

“No, Moxxie, you paid three hundred for the venue.”

Moxxie's eye began to twitch as they reached the lobby, where the demon at the reception desk was thrown back in his chair, snoring loudly as he drooled out of his mouth.

“Moxxie, you're new at this extortion business, and you suck at it too, but this isn't my first kidnapping. I know what I'm doing, we're going to get those two thousand dollars and then we'll get internet back in the office.”

The two imps were so engrossed in their conversation, they hadn't noticed two new people enter the hotel, standing well within hearing range of Blitzo's last few sentences.

“Wow…” Harry said in disbelief, “I… I didn't think it would be this easy.”

Blitzo finally noticed the two newcomers staring at them, raising an eyebrow at Harry. “What are you lookin at, sweet cheeks?”

Vaggie leapt, and Harry did not try to hold her back this time. 

She tackled Blitzo, and the two began rolling around the lobby as Vaggie pulled out her spear.

“Who the fuck carries a spear around? You crazy bitch!” Blitzo yelled as he pulled his gun from hammerspace and began firing wildly.

Harry and Moxxie were staring each other down. Moxxie leapt aside as he pulled out twin semi-automatics and fired at Harry.

Tables, chairs, light fixtures and potted plants; all of them suddenly zoomed in front of Harry to eat the bullets headed his way. Soon, the lobby was an absolute mess of debris and dust flying about.

The receptionist demon continued to snore away even as shots zipped over his head and tore through his counter.

Blitzo was weaving and dodging away from Vaggie's thrusts and jabs. He kept trying to shoot at her, but she was sweeping the gun away and jamming the butt of the spear on his finger.

“Fuck, that hurts you psycho bitch!” Blitzo spat as Vaggie jammed him once again.

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?” Vaggie growled as she turned into a quick spin kick, managing to kick the gun away from Blitzo's hand.

“Oh fuck!” Blitzo ducked below a swipe that would have sliced right through his neck. He got on all fours and began to scamper away in the general direction of the stairway, Vaggie giving chase close by.

Moxxie had his back to one corner of the receptions desk. He peeked out over his cover, barely able to see anything with all the dust “Sir, I could really use some backup right about now!”

Moxxie was barely able to make out something red flying towards him. He dropped down to the floor as ropes whipped by overhead. Moxxie held both guns out. He caught another blur of movement to the left. He aimed, fingers inching to pull the trigger.

Twin jets of red light struck the guns, which melted off Moxxie's hands and turned into gunmetal-grey snakes.

“Awww fuck! He's a magician?!” 

“Wizard.” Harry's voice drifted near as the snakes twisted around Moxxie's wrists, tying his hands behind his back.

Moxxie glowered at the tall, dark haired demon standing over him.

“You're not getting away with this!”

Harry blinked in confusion. “What? You're the kidnapper, we're the good guys.”

“Oh, right.”

…

“For this next part, I'm going to need a volunteer! Loona, would you like to come up on the stage?”

Loona looked up from her phone, clear white irises filled with disdain. “...No?”

Charlie laughed nervously. “Oh, well… that's perfectly fine! Millie-”

“I'm way ahead of ya, darlin'!” Millie said as she began walking up the aisle.

The door to the conference room burst open. Everyone turned their heads to see Harry levitating a tied up Moxxie while Vaggie was kicking a lumped up Blitzo into the room.

“CHARLIE!”

“MOXXIE!”

“Guys! You got the flier!”

Many things happened at once. Millie charged at Harry, large dagger in hand. Vaggie leapt over chairs on her way to reach Charlie. Blitzo coughed out a tooth as he groaned on the floor. Loona read a post on sinstagram.

Charlie's eyes widened as she took in the injured imps and saw Millie ready to bring her dagger down on Harry.

“Wait! Everyone calm down!” She yelled. When that didn't work, her eyes took on a crimson tone and her features turned more demonic, her voice reverberating throughout the entire room.

“CEASE!”

Everyone stopped in their tracks as they felt her words in the pit of their stomachs. It wasn't a suggestion, it was an command. Even Loona dropped her phone and looked up, her ears pinned back submissively.

Charlie's face returned to its usual kind, cheerful self as she stepped down from the podium. “Guys, I have no idea what is going on here, but there's clearly been a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding? Charlie, these people kidnapped you!” Vaggie hissed.

“No offense, princess, but your friend here’s a real drama queen.” Blitzo said as he picked himself up off the floor. “Can't fight fair either.”

Vaggie shot the imp a murderous glare.

Harry stepped around Millie, allowing her to release her husband from his bonds as he too stepped up to Charlie. “It's true, Charlie. They even had an appointment set at the pier where they were going to collect their ransom.”

“Fuckin Carlos snitched on me?!” Blitzo whined.

“But, that doesn't make any sense. Blitzo offered me a chance to do a presentation on my plans for improving hell. He said he'd send you guys an invite.”

“What I think we have here is a misunderstanding.” Blitzo dusted himself off, “The letter might have seemed like a ransom note, but it was just an invite to come see the princess do her thing. We also asked for a voluntary donation.”

Even Millie, Moxxie and Loona sent Blitzo cross looks as the imp deflated. “Oh well, it was worth a shot.”

Moxxie cleared his throat and put on his fanciest airs. “Erm, on behalf of my boss, I'd like to apologize for this deception, o great princess of ours. We were just desperate for money, as we were about to be left destitute. The cruelties of hell drove us to attempt this poorly thought out, harebrained scheme. We were never thinking of harming you, of course.”

“Holy shit, Mox! Didn't know you had it in ya.” Blitzo guffawed.

Moxxie almost burst a blood vessell glaring at Blitzo.

“Oh my, you needed money? You should have asked. How much do you need?”

“Charlie, I really don't think rewarding the piece of shit kidnappers is a good idea.” Vaggie warned.

“Hey, I take offense to part of that.” 

“They're not bad people, Vaggie. I'm sure they had their reasons for asking for money, even if the way they handled it wasn't the best.”

Before Vaggie could protest any further, Harry put a hand over her shoulder and shook his head.

“Just let is slide. What matters is that she's safe.”

Vaggie looked up at him, blinking several times before nodding. She then went over to Charlie and hugged her tight around the waist.

Harry felt a small pang, wishing he could be in her place, but he chose to feel happy for the two of them.

Blitzo bumped the tips of his fingers together, “Not to test my luck, princess, but, about the money…”

“I'll get it for you, lets just go down to the docks. Then, we can go and get that ice cream.”

Harry had directed that last part at Vaggie and Charlie only, but the imps jumped on it immediately.

“Oh, Ice cream! I loove peaches and cream!” Millie waxed.

“That sounds like a great idea, lets all go out for ice cream to celebrate!” Blitzo said.

“Celebrate what, exactly?” Harry asked.

“New friendships, of course!”

…

It was a testament to just how topsy turvy things could get in hell that Harry now found himself in an arcade with the same people that had been trying to kill him not half an hour before, and he was having a good time.

They'd gone down to the docks first, where Harry found another few mobsters and assorted lowlifes whom he could liberate some money from, enough to pay Blitzo's internet bill with a bit left over for some fun.

And so, after getting some ice cream, they'd gone over to a nearby arcade. It was one of those adult arcades that served drinks, of course, and everyone was well past the point of tipsy by now.

Millie and Moxxie were shooting hoops, with Moxxie having to heave the ball above his head each time. Charlie was at a claw machine, having already dropped a dozen or so coins on the rigged game that wouldn't give up the goods. Vaggie was standing next to her, arms crossed and glaring hatefully at the claw machine as it closed loosely around a stuffed cerberus before dropping it mere inches from liftoff.

“Don't worry, I've dealt with these cheating bitches before.” Blitzo said as he snaked his arm under the chute, slipping more and more of his body inside until only his legs were outside the machine.

“Alright, which one do you want, your highness?” 

Harry shook his head in bemusement as Blitzo grabbed a bunch of stuffed toys while Charlie begged him not to.

“Umm.” 

Harry turned his head. He'd gotten so lost in thought, he'd forgotten about Loona.

He and the wolf girl had spent the past ten minutes standing by the bar, sipping quietly on their drinks. She had been staring at her phone the entire time, but then Harry would sometimes look her way and she'd glance up at him and their eyes would meet, and she'd immediately look away, a deep flush on her cheeks.

Harry dared another glance at her now as she bit her lip, gaze locked on her phone. 

They'd yet to say a word to each other, which was unfortunate, because she was absolutely gorgeous. She was tall, with long grey hair that was tinged slightly darker than her white fur, though the topside of her big, bushy tail was a dark black. Her figure was mouth watering, with a whisper-thin waist leading down to wide hips and a thick ass. She wore a spiked collar around her neck, she had a black crop top and a short black skirt that showed off her thick thighs. She dressed like someone's wet dream of a goth chick, fingerless gloves and knee high socks completing her attire.

He must have been staring for too long, because she looked up at him, and once more her cheeks flushed deeply, her ears pinning back behind her.

Harry gulped, wondering if he'd just made it awkward, when he decided to just throw caution to the wind.

“Do you… want to go play something?” 

Loona put a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked down. “Y-Yeah. That'd be nice.”

“Umm.. ok…” Harry glanced desperately around them, finding most of the games occupied, “There's two spots open in the motorcycle racing thingy.” 

“Ok.”

It turned out, being an expert broom rider during a previous life did not translate to being good at a motorcycle simulator. Loona, on the other hand, was either a natural, or she'd put a considerable amount of hours into this game in her free time.

“Fuck!” Harry cursed as he leaned too late and ate another corner.

“I'm gonna fucking smoke you, bitch!” Loona was leaning forward flat on the bike. She wasn't taunting Harry, who was securely in 12th place, but the second place computer she was currently leaving in the dust.

Harry grinned, glad that the game had broken the ice between them. “You're really good at this.” Harry said, barely even looking at his screen as his character drove backwards.

Loona never took her eyes off the screen, “Yeah, I like speed.”

“I can tell.” Harry chuckled.

Harry pitched to the left and Loona pitched to the right, and as they both leaned their bikes towards the other, Harry's treacherous little devil tail took on a mind of its own, and it wrapped around Loona's big, fluffy tail.

Harry didn't even notice it at first, and Loona was too laser focused on the game to notice either. When she crossed the finish line, she threw her arms up in a boastful howl and shot a sideways glance at Harry, who was trying his hardest to at least finish the race.

Loona saw and then felt their intertwined tails and her breath hitched, hands going to her cheeks as Harry finally finished the race and looked over at her.

“That's way harder than it loo- is everything ok?

Receiving no response, Harry followed her line of sight, his eyes going wide as he saw his poker-tipped tail wrapped around Loona's.

“Oh, ummm… I'm sorry…”

“I-I don't mind.” She said, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Oh fuck

Harry felt his palms begin to sweat as Loona's awkwardness and those stolen glances all began to make sense in his head.

Harry stared into the hellhound's eyes, and he could see her wavering, fighting the urge to look away. He'd thought she was just aloof, when really, she was shy.

And she looked really really cute while being so.

Harry's body moved without him telling it to, almost as if it knew that if left to his own devices, he'd manage to screw this up. His hand reached out and grabbed onto hers, and the way that Luna's lips curled up under her muzzle was enough to send Harry's racing down the track.

“Wanna go try another game?” He said dumbly.

“Sure.” Was her response. They got off the bikes, hands held firmly together and tails still intertwined. Despite her height, Harry still towered over her, and Loona almost immediately nuzzled up to his side.

Harry wrapped his arm around her waist, and it just felt right. They walked aimlessly for a while, not really looking at any game in particular but just enjoying being in each other's arms.

“Soo… where are you living at?” Loona asked as she threw her hair back.

Harry smiled, his fingers gently tickling the smooth fur of her waist. “At the Hazbin Hotel.” He noticed her nonplussed expression. “It's this whole project- they did a commercial and everything.”

“I don't really watch tv.”

Harry chuckled, “Me neither. How about you? You have a place?”

Loona looked a bit nervous now,”I live with Blitzo… he's like… my dad, I guess.”

She was clearly expecting some form of ridicule for that, which upset Harry. “Is he a good dad?”

Loona shrugged, though the slight smile that came unbidden told Harry all he needed to know. “He's not the worst, when he's not being an idiot.”

Harry laughed, memories from a lifetime ago of his own children being embarrassed by him resurfacing. “He seems like a good guy, once you get past all the criminal impulses. Erm… would you like to… see each other… after this?”

Loona smiled brightly. “I'd like that a lot.”

They stopped and faced each other. Loona placed her palms on his chest, and both of Harry's hands now gripped her waist.

They stared into each other's eyes and Harry knew the moment was right. He dipped his head down just as she got on her tiptoes, and Harry tilted his head sideways as their eyes closed. 

Sparks exploded as their lips met. One of Harry's hands instinctively came up and began rubbing her snout, something that seemed to both shock and please Loona very much. Harry's mouth opened, his tongue probing for access that the hellhound gladly conceded as their tongues met in the heat between their mouths. 

Loona pressed her body flush against Harry's as their kiss deepened. Harry's hand moved form her snout up to her ears, rubbing behind them as Loona let out something between a howl and a mewl.

Somewhere in their passion, Harry's brain remembered that they were making out smack dab in the middle of an arcade.

Harry pulled back. Loona's snout trailed after him, her nose bumping cutely up against the side of his mouth as she leaned her head into him.

Harry was breathing heavily. He was hot and only heating up more, and he was wondering if apparition worked down here.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of something, and his horny brain papered over any objections or logical arguments.

“Wanna go in there?” He gestured with his head.

Loona looked to where he'd nodded, and he could feel the way her heartbeat quickened when she saw it.

An unoccupied photobooth, with a nice dark curtain for privacy.

Loona grabbed him by the collar and practically dragged him over. They fell into the booth. With Loona forcing Harry onto the seat as she fell onto his lap, her thick ass smacking against his hard cock.

“Fuck.” Harry cursed as his hands went to grip and squeeze her ass under her skirt. Loona arched her back into him as she ground herself onto his crotch. One of Harry's hands palmed both her cheeks while the other ran up her tail, stroking its fluffy length.

Using some magic, Harry pulled some coins from his pocket and levitated them over to the slot. One hastily formed thought later, and one coin slipped in while the others waited their turn, charmed to slip into the slot when the photobooth reset.

Loona practically ripped his sleeveless jacket open, snout descending onto his bare chest as she began to nibble, lick and bite at his skin. Harry hissed as he continued to grope her ass, slipping a finger under her panties and teasing the outside of her rosebud.

Her fur stood on end and her ears perked up as Harry played with her backdoor. She ground her piping hot sex against his cock, reveling in his growing hardness as she felt the bumpy ridges of his cock through his pants.

The camera flashed as the booth began to snap pictures, but the two ignored it completely. Loona left love bites on his chest while Harry's finger swept down to her cunt, collecting some of her slick before returning to her ass and using the lubrication to slip in.

Loona threw her head back, and Harry leaned forward and claimed her lips to muffle the loud howl that was sure to escape her throat. The hellhound moaned into his mouth as she ground herself harder and harder, her panties dampening as Harry's finger stretched her tight asshole. Loona's canal gripped Harry's finger almost painfully hard, and Harry showed no mercy as he scraped the digit around the lining of her intestine.

Harry pulled away from the kiss and lifted her crop top just enough to take one of her peeky, furry little breasts into his mouth. 

The camera snapped and snapped and snapped away, a constant stream of four by six prints being pushed out, immortalizing each sultry stage of their passion.

“I need you!” Loona gasped as Harry had his lips attached to the base of her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipples inside of his mouth.

Harry pulled his finger out of her backdoor and patted her ass. Loona lifted off of him and used a sharp claw to slice her soaked panties clean off while Harry fumbled with his pants, managing to open his fly and fish out his monstrous cock.

Loona's gorgeous eyes widened, her red sclera looking particularly sultry under the haze of lust, as she felt the massive rod smack against her lower half.

She reached down, finding that her hand could not hope to wrap around its full thickness. 

“Its… its so big.” She sounded both shocked and apprehensive as she palmed more and more of Harry's cock.

“We don't have to-”

Loona fixed him with a glare that stopped him in his tracks. “No. I want it.”

Harry wasn't about to protest too much. His hands went back under Loona's skirt, lifting it up so that he could get a clear view.

The camera didn't have the best angle, but it still managed to snap a shot of Loona's thick furred ass and the base of Harry's cock as she shimmied herself down onto his head.

They both hissed as his head split her lips open, but Loona didn't stop, even as her pussy was stretched past its limit.

Harry closed his hand around her snout, snapping it shut as Loona's thighs shook around him. The dominant act turned her on even more, and as Harry watched, she wriggled her hips and sank down further and further onto his shaft.

Loona's eyes watered, her scream locked in her throat as Harry's strong grip kept her snout firmly closed. Her virgin walls were torn apart as Harry's cock barreled through her hymen and smashed against her cervix.

Harry's eyes widened as he felt his cock tear through her hymen. He glanced at Loona, but her eyes told him all he needed to know. Through the pain and tears and her struggle to open up her mouth and scream, she was loving every second of this.

The whimper she let out through her closed snout said as much. Harry's body rumbled in pure wanton lust as he began to fuck Loona's doggy pussy in earnest.

Loona's eyes rolled back with each thrust. Harry's cock stretched her massively, and the ridges on his shaft made it impossible for her pussy to adjust to his size. He was violating her cunt, assaulting it without mercy, and she loved every second of it.

Her tail wagged and twitched behind her as Harry's hips slammed home against her. Another coin fell into the slot as the booth continued taking pictures, now afforded a clear view of their lewd activities.

Loona quivered, her eyes closing as she submitted fully to her alpha, her head leaning forward as she managed to crack her muzzle open just enough for her tongue to stick out and submissively lick at Harry's wrist.

“Fuck, Loona, you're such a good little puppy!” Harry grunted as he angled his hips upward, his thrusts becoming frantic and maddened. He was sure that if anyone was within ten feet of this booth, they'd hear the rough pounding his sexy little hound was receiving. Her ears were pinned back completely as she gave herself to him, body welcoming the dominant fucking it was receiving from its alpha, her heart skipping a beat every time it her the lewd sloshing as the base of his cock hit home against her soaked pussy.

Loona's body twisted, her back arching forward as her pussy spasmed around Harry's monster-cock. Harry's ridged member sent waves of pure ecstasy running up her cunt as it wrapped and pulsated around its swollen length.

Harry leaned back, allowing himself to be milked by her canine pussy. He flooded her pussy with his thick wide sludge. With her mouth half open, she let out a long, low howl, one that Harry neglected to suppress as her tongue licked at the underside of his palm and her womb soaked up as much of his seed as it could manage before it began to slop up her cunt.

Gradually, Harry let go of Loona's mouth and placed gentle kisses on her lip as the girl collapsed onto him. There was a large pile of photographs on the floor of the booth now, and the final few were commemorating their post-coital bliss. 

Loona was letting out a very cat-like purr as she nestled against him. Harry gathered up the photos, shrinking them down until they fit into his pant's pocket.

“Loona! Where is that girl?”

The lovers jolted out of their daze as Blitzo's voice sounded dangerously close. Harry put a finger to his lips as he placed a notice-me-not charm around the booth, enough for them to recover.

“As much as I would love for you to fall asleep on my lap, we need to get back out there.” Harry told her.

Luna nuzzled her nose against the side of his face before gazing at him lovingly. “Alright.”

She adjusted her top and smoothed down her skirt as Harry used magic to dispel most of the stench of sex from their bodies, though to his frustration, he found that it wouldn't go away completely.

“I-I’m gonna get up now.” Loona said softly as Harry gripped her waist to help her up.

“Oooooh!” Loona moaned as she tried to sit up, only for Harry's cock to not even budge from her pussy. Her cunt was pulled down, the hefty weight of Harry's cock slamming her right back down onto his lap. 

“Shit.” Harry hissed.

“I-I think you knotted in me.” 

“What? That can't be, my dick doesn't knot.” Harry said.

Loona made another unsuccessful attempt at pushing him out of her to the same result. It seemed that Harry's ridged cock had caught deep inside of Loona's pussy, made worse by the copious amounts of thick, sticky cum gumming up the works and basically gluing their sexes together.

“What are we gonna do?” Loona asked breathlessly, not entirely displeased with the situation.

Harry grimaced for a moment before an idea struck him.

“Can you turn? Gently?”

…

“Hey, there you are, you little rascal… wait, what's going on here?”

Loona was blushing a deep red, but she was also smiling as Harry hugged her body close to his front.

“We, ummm… we kinda got together.” Harry said sheepishly.

Blitzo began to splutter on about his innocent little baby being too young to date while Moxxie reminded him Loona was a full grown adult. 

Vaggie had a weird look on her face, and Charlie had a very wide, very strained smile.

“Wow! You guys got together? That's so sudden! I-I'm really happy for you!”

Harry smiled, his heart going a mile a minute as he hoped no one asked why they remained so close together. 

Harry's cock didn't seem to want to pop free from Loona's pussy. In the meanwhile, the two remained knotted up, enjoying their lewd time at the arcade. 

They all went over to the skee-ball machine, and in full view of the others, Loona bent over to shoot, moving Harry's now fully hard cock around inside of her. Every little movement of her body caused his knot to pulsare inside of her, and the two made it a game. A quick thrust here, a wriggle of her ass there, and they slowly worked themselves into a another frenzy.

At one point, Harry swore that Charlie was giving him a strange look, like she knew what they were doing, but she didn't say anything. When the group returned to the bar, Harry stood behind Loona while she ordered them another drink, and the hellhound tried to mask her pleasurable moans as gasps as Millie tried talking to her about something or the other.

“Harry, is everything ok?” Charlie asked him with a strange look on her face.

Charlie reached out and touched his shoulder, her grip a bit stronger than usual, and Harry's balls chose that moment to blast off, spurting more and more ropes of virile seed into Loona's doggy pussy.

“Y-Yeah, I'm fine.” Harry said, sweating profusely as Loona doubled over in front of him.

If anyone looked down, they would see his cock buried in her pussy, they'd see the trickle of white sludge that was staining the barstool under Loona.

Charlie trailed her hand down his arm as she bit her lip. “O-ok.”

Harry remained knotted up inside of Loona for another twenty minutes. It was a fun time at the arcade.