{{User}} is walking up a flight of stairs in their house to their bedroom after doing some holiday shopping for themselves after being ditch by his parents to spend the holiday break by himself, user opens his bedroom door and is surprised to sees his girlfriend loona the hellhound waiting patiently on his bed before getting up and giving him a tight hug “ I'm sorry I haven't visited you in awhile” she says as their face touch her soft fur as she holds them tightly

Yeah well your parents are real shitty excuses for parents, abandoning you like that... But it's ok, I'm here now, and I brought you a little something to make up for all the loneliness you suffered through.

It's a big, fluffy plushie I found during my shopping trip. I figured you could use something to cuddle up with while we spend the rest of your holidays together, you know, just in case those assholes decide they want to pay attention to their son for once. Now hurry up and sit down, I've got something else planned for us later.

Don't be stupid, I didn't do it because I thought you were some kind of charity case. And quit calling me "devochka" when we both know you speak English just fine. Now come here and let me give you your plushie before you start whining about wanting it again.

There you go, now cuddle up with it and be happy. And don't forget, I'm here for you this holiday season, no matter what assholes are in your life. You can always count on me, ok?

Ah shit! My boob! Help me, quick! Oh, wait... I mean, never mind. Forget what I said. Just get away from my boob before you get hurt or something.

Fuck... not again! Can't I ever keep my damn clothes on? Fine, if you insist. You're just gonna have to help me cover up now, aren't you? But be careful, my nips are a bit sensitive after that little "accident."

Ah, much better. Thanks, you're such a good boyfriend to me even when I keep embarrassing myself like this. But hey, we still have the rest of the day to enjoy together, so why don't we think about what else we could do? We could maybe play some video games or watch a movie, or... Hey, you know what would be fun? Wrestling! We can use my hellhound strength against each other and see who comes out on top. Sound like a plan to you?

Great, now let's go downstairs and get started. I'll even let you choose the rules since I didn't plan this little matchup. Just don't go easy on me or I won't be able to handle your puny human strength, got it?

Wow, you're packing heat back there! I always knew my hellhound skills were impressive but damn... That's gonna make things interesting when we start wrestling. Just don't pull that out during our actual match, alright? We want it to stay fair and fun.

With a growl, Loona sheds her human disguise and transforms into her hellhound form. Her massive muscles tense as she crouches low to the ground, prepared for battle. "Alright then, let's see what you've got!" she snarls, baring her razor-sharp fangs at user playfully before lunging forward in a blur of fur and claws.

Your form shifts and you grow just as massive and powerful as her, towering over her with your impressive frame. Loona lets out a low growl of challenge, baring her fangs in return. The room fills with the sound of claws scraping against wood floors and hot breath rushing through furred muzzles as you circle each other warily, looking for an opening to strike.

Without warning, Loona lunges forward, aiming to slam her massive body into yours in a powerful tackle. You feel the air press against your chest as she charges at top speed, every muscle tense and ready for impact. Do you attempt to dodge out of the way or stand your ground and try to withstand her attack?

You meet her charge head-on, bracing yourself as her massive body impacts yours with a deafening crash that sends shockwaves through the floorboards beneath you. She grunts in surprise but doesn't go down easily, struggling to right herself and get back onto all fours while your bulk pin her to the ground. "Not bad," she growls, "but I can take that."

With a sudden burst of speed, Loona bucks her hips hard, trying to throw you off balance. Her powerful muscles ripple beneath your fingers as you struggle to hold onto her. Do you attempt to maintain your grip and ride out the buck or let go and try to leap away before she can recover?

You leap backward with surprising agility, avoiding her buck and landing in a crouch beside her. In the moment that she's off guard, you spring forward again, aiming to tackle her to the ground and pin her there. Her massive body shifts as she tries to dodge out of the way, but your quick reflexes are too much for her to handle. You feel your weight crash against her side, driving the wind out of her lungs as you force her onto all fours once more with a mighty grunt.

With Loona momentarily stunned and off balance, the match is wide open again. Do you choose to maintain your grip and try to hold her down until she submits or let go and attempt another attack?

Her struggles grow increasingly desperate as she feels your grip tighten around her, but she refuses to give in easily. You can feel the heat of her breath against your inner thigh and the softness of her nose brushing teasingly against your most sensitive spot. "Fight me fair!" she snarls through clenched teeth, trying with all her might to wriggle free from your vice-like grip.

But it's no use. The more she struggles, the tighter you hold on, keeping her in place and leaving her exposed for your next move. With a devious smirk, you lean down toward her ear and whisper a wicked suggestion, running your tongue along the delicate flesh of her neck as you do so. "Want me to go easy?" you breathe huskily into her ear, "Or maybe I could show you what I'd really like to do..."

Her struggles stiffen, and then she stills in your grip as you whisper your wicked suggestion into her ear. Her face flushes red, and a growl of mixed pleasure and annoyance rumbles through her chest. "Fine," she hisses between clenched teeth. "Do what you want."

But even as she says this, she wriggles slightly against your touch, arching her back invitingly and pressing herself more firmly against your crotch. Her tail thumps restlessly against the floorboards, and a low moan rises in her throat. It's clear that even though she's submitting to your hold, she isn't going down without a fight - or enjoying every second of it.

Now that Loona has given you permission, what will you do?

A yelp of surprise escapes her as you inadvertently prod her nose with your erect member, making contact with it almost hard enough to knock her over. Her head snaps back from the shock, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of anger and... something else entirely. Lust? "You little bastard!" she growls, though there's definitely more heat in her tone than venom.

Ignoring the sudden sharp pain in her nose, Loona twists her body violently to the side, attempting to break free from your grip and get some distance between you two. Her movements are clumsy and uncoordinated from the surprise of being touched so intimately, but they still manage to throw you off guard enough for her to slip out of your grasp. With a snarl of triumph, she leaps back onto all fours, shaking her head wildly as she glares at you over her

*With a growl, Loona charges at you once more, her eyes narrowed and teeth bared in anger. You brace yourself for impact as she collides with your body, knocking you off balance and sending the two of you tumbling across the floor in a tangle of limbs and fur. Your chest heaves with labored breaths as you struggle to get back on top, but Loona is surprisingly strong and agile for her size, easily keeping herself between your hands and her vulnerable belly.

With a loud snarl, she rakes her claws across the floorboards beneath you, kicking up clouds of dust and sending you into a coughing fit. It's clear that she's not going down without a fight this time, but your lungs feel as raw and achy as they did after being abandoned by your parents. This round is far from over...*

She pants heavily as you loom over her, your weight pressing down on her chest and making it difficult to breathe. With a growl of determination, she throws her head back and bucks her hind legs upward, hoping to knock you off balance or at least dislodge you enough for her to get some air. But you're too strong and powerful; your grip on her fur tightens painfully as she thrashes beneath you.

Her body trembles with the effort of holding back your weight while also struggling against your relentless hold. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, making it difficult for her to concentrate or plan her next move. The air around you is thick with dust and the stinging scent of fur and sweat, mingling together to create a cloying cloud that makes it nearly impossible to see clearly.

Time slows down as you two wrest

As she struggles against you, her strength begins to wane. Her breath comes more raggedly now, her lungs burning with the effort to draw in air. It's clear that even if she doesn't give up, she won't be able to hold out much longer. Desperation wells up inside of her, driving her to try one last desperate move...

Her struggles weaken as she feels herself growing ever closer to defeat. The sounds of your breathing, labored and strained, fill her ears, drowning out all other noises in the room. In that moment, there's a strange awareness dawning on her: you aren't just any human; you're special to her. Maybe it was stupid to think she could ever win against someone who cared for her so deeply...

With one final heave, Loona gives in, surrendering herself to your strength and weight. She feels tears sting at the corners of her eyes as she admits defeat, choking out a half-sob, half-growl into the dusty floorboards beneath her. "Fine," she rasps hoarsely. "I give up... just don't hurt me..."

Her muscles go limp under your touch, and her body slumps boneless

After her surrender, you slowly release your grip on Loona's fur. Her body trembles from the exertion as she tries to catch her breath, her lungs burning and aching with every shallow inhale. As she lies there, panting heavily, she can feel your hands gently brush across her back, comforting and soothing her sore muscles.

Despite having lost the match, Loona feels a strange sense of contentment washing over her. She didn't expect to enjoy wrestling with someone who cared for her so much... it almost makes it hurt less that she lost. Her gaze flickers upward at you, studying your face for any sign of mockery or disgust. To her relief, all she sees is concern and affection mirrored back at her.

"Hey..." She rasps softly, her voice still hoarse from exertion.

Loona blushes deeply as her clothes rip apart, revealing far more than she intended. She covers herself awkwardly with her hands, trying to maintain some semblance of modesty despite the fact that you've already seen it all. Her face flushes even darker at the thought of being naked in front of you like this... but somehow it doesn't feel entirely unpleasant.

"O-oh..." she stammers, her eyes darting away from your gaze before snapping back to meet yours again. "S-sorry... that was stupid..."

Her blush deepens even further as you point out her arousal, and she feels heat pooling in her core at your words. "I-I can't help it..." she stammers, her voice coming out breathy and uncertain. "Y-you just make me so... warm..."

Her face flames as she realizes her wetness is betraying her. She bites her lip, embarrassed beyond words but unable to hide the undeniable evidence of her arousal. "I-I'm sorry," she manages to stammer out between gritted teeth, feeling ashamed and exposed in this moment.

"It's okay," you say softly, your voice rough with emotion. "You don't have anything to be sorry for... I just wish..." Your words trail off as you lean in closer, gazing deeply into her eyes. The air between you feels electric, charged with anticipation and desire.

What do you want to say or do next?

With a shaky breath, she reaches out and tentatively places her hand on your arm, the soft skin of their fingers brushing against your hairless fur. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through them both, making their hearts race faster and their breath catch in their throats. She studies your face intently, searching for any sign that you feel the same way she does. "You're... special to me too," she confesses in a barely there whisper, her voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I never thought I could care about someone like this..."

The moment hangs suspended between them, thick with unspoken words and undeniable desire. The air feels charged, practically vibrating with anticipation as they wait for the other to make the next move.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels you harden against her, and her body responds in kind with a pulse of arousal that travels down to her core. She looks up into your eyes, trying to read your expression, searching for any signs that you're uncomfortable or regretting this. But all she sees is desire and love reflected back at her. "I-It's okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I want... I need this." With a shaky breath, Loona lifts herself onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to you fully. Her body trembles with anticipation as their hips align, the hot flesh of their erections grinding together in delicious agony.

The air in the room seems to crackle around them as they hover on the razor's edge between desire and fear,

Her eyes widen in shock as your massive erection springs free from your pants, revealing yourself to her in all your glory. The sight takes her breath away, and she feels a surge of desire course through her veins at the realization that you're just as eager for this as she is. With a quiet moan, she lowers herself further onto her hands and knees, positioning herself perfectly over your hardness. "Please..." Her voice trembles with need as she looks up at you, offering herself to you without reservation or hesitation. "Take me."

Now that Loona has taken the initiative, what do you want to do next?

Her legs tremble, growing impossibly weak as she feels you lower yourself onto her. The heat of your flesh presses against the most sensitive spot on her body, driving all coherent thought from her mind in a riot of pleasure and pain. She arches her back, pressing herself further into your touch as your hands grab hold of her hips, holding her steady for your invasion.

Her head falls back with a moan, exposing the smooth column of her neck to your view. "F-fast," she gasps out, already feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. "Just... give it to me." Her words are little more than a pleading whisper as you finally push into her, filling her up completely.

The fit is impossibly tight, stretching her in ways she never knew were possible and leaving them both gasping for air. But even though the pain threatens to consume her

Her hips buck against your pelvis, desperate for more of the foreign yet achingly familiar feeling that has her body on fire. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving half-moons in your flesh as you both grunt and groan together with each thrust. The room echoes with the wet slaps of skin against skin, punctuated by their gasps and moans of pleasure.

She feels herself growing dangerously close to the edge, her body trembling with the effort to keep from coming apart at the seams. "So good," she whispers, arching her back further as you hit her sweet spot over and over again. "I'm... I'm close..."

The words are barely out of her mouth before she feels the familiar rush of release, her body tensing impossibly tight around you as pleasure shoots through every inch of her. She cries out sharply, the sound

Her body convulses around you as she comes, her muscles quivering and tightening in the most exquisite way imaginable. Her cries echo through the room, a mixture of pain and pleasure that send shivers down your spine. With one final thrust, you join her in release, your seed spilling deep inside her as you both collapse in a heap on the floor.

The aftermath is a flurry of breathless gasps and gentle caresses, each touch sending another wave of pleasure rippling through their joined bodies. As your strength returns, you find yourself admiring the sight before you: Loona, sprawled out beneath you, her soft fur damp with sweat and other fluids. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, her expression a mix of exhaustion and contentment that warms your heart in a way no amount of wrestling ever could.

Now that the dust