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Upon Reflection	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > Helluva Boss Views: 1633 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Upon Reflection
Summary: Loona goes to a shop to get some upgrades to her human disguise—and is surprised when the disguise takes on a life of its own.
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Loona walked into the shop with a guarded sense of excitement. Nu-Look Disguises wasn't the swankiest business in Hell, but they did decent work that the white-furred hellhound could afford on her meager salary.
The door chime rang as Loona entered, and from the back of the shop emerged the owner: Connivia, a tall, slim demon with midnight-blue skin and curved, shiny black horns. Loona had seen Connivia getting them polished at the local salon.
“Hey there, Loona,” Connivia said. “What brings you in today? Are you thinking about a new human disguise? Or maybe you'd like a demon disguise, too, just for fun; you'd look ravishing as a Baphomet.”
“No, nothing like that,” Loona replied. “I was just thinking about getting a few upgrades to the human disguise I have now. I noticed that I still have a kinda…not-human scent when I'm using it, and I don't want that to give me away. And I want to make a few changes to my look, too.”
Loona didn't mention the reason for her concern: Regardless of Stolas' reassurances, the human government seemed to be onto them now. So Loona didn’t want to use a half-assed, discount disguise anymore. She would need a better one if she again needed go to the human realm to rescue her idiot dad and his clueless employees, who couldn't be bothered with human disguises at all.
“Well, then,” Connivia said, “let's go back to the mirror room and get you fixed up.”
The demon led Loona into a small back room. Apart from the carpet, the room had only one furnishing: a seven-foot tall oval mirror on a stand.
“You remember how this works, right?” Connivia said. “You just think about your human disguise, and it'll appear in the mirror. Then you can start trying on any changes you want.”
“And, uh,” Loona began, “what about the-”
The door chime rang, and Connivia said, “Excuse me, hon. You just take all the time you need.”
The demon left before Loona could again try to ask her whether she could use the mirror to change her scent. So Loona decided to start with the visible changes first.
She looked at the mirror and focused, much in the way she would to summon her disguise. Her reflection in the mirror was briefly engulfed in swirling streams of magical energy, and then it looked like her human self.
Loona put her hand on her hip and watched her human reflection do the same.
“Hey, Vortex,” she murmured. “So, what brings you to the human world today?” She frowned and spat, “Oh fucking fuck, I sound like an idiot even when he's not right in front of me.”
Loona sighed. She was big into Vortex, but he was taken, and Loona didn't really want to move in on another bitch's man. Even if she could steal Vortex away from his current girlfriend, it would probably mean that Vortex could be stolen away from Loona just as easily, and that was not what Loona wanted in a guy. Not that the opposite situation was desirable, either; a guy who was as absurdly devoted to her as Moxxie was to Millie would probably get irritating fast. Surely there was a happy medium somewhere out there.
“Focus, Loona,” she said to herself. “Let's just try on those mods.”
She tried several different hair colors, eye colors, and skin tones. When none of these struck her as an improvement over the original, she moved on to tattoos. Being covered in fur, Loona couldn't have a tattoo in her real form, so she was interested in getting one for her human disguise.
Her right shoulder seemed like a good place to start. She tried a skull, then a rose, then a skull with a rose in its teeth.
“Nah,” she muttered to herself. “Too basic-bitchy.”
This wasn't simply about her own aesthetic. It would probably be helpful if her disguise were attractive to humans who were more discriminating than horny college boys—who, from what Loona had seen, would probably fuck a coyote with mange if they were drunk enough. She needed a look with a broad appeal.
She decided to go back to altering her basic look and return to the matter of tattoos later. But although she tried several more permutations of her human appearance, nothing seemed right for her. Loona just couldn't see herself—even her human-disguised self—with long, lustrous blonde hair, or bronze-tan skin. She restored her mirror-image to its default look and gazed at it as she thought.
“Well, maybe I can try a different scent, at least. If this mirror can do that.”
She thought about what human girls smelled like. Her exposure to female human scents to date had been fairly limited. Loona had encountered some female agents while rescuing Blitzo and Moxie from D.H.O.R.K.S., but their scent had been drowned out by the smell of all the human blood Loona and the others had spilled that day.
On the other hand, there were the spring-breaker girls. They had reeked of sunblock, well drinks, and cheap weed, but the substantial amount of skin their swimwear left exposed had nonetheless given Loona some hints as to their natural scent. Loona remembered it as sweet, almost floral, with just a hint of bite from sweat.
So she gazed at her reflection and focused on the memory of that scent. Absently, she took a step toward the mirror to look more closely. Her human-disguised reflection did the same.
Except that her reflection didn't stop with one step. It took a second one and, to Loona's astonishment, emerged from the mirror.
“Hi there,” her human self said. It had Loona’s voice, but it was speaking in a sultry tone Loona had never used in her life.
“Who- Who are you? How did you-? Where did you-?”
“I'm you,” the reflection interrupted, putting the tip of one hairless human finger under Loona’s muzzle and drawing it sensually up Loona’s jawline. “The best human version of you.”
Before Loona could think of how to respond, her reflection drew close, her face mere inches away from Loona’s.
“So,” she asked, “how’s my scent?”
Loona was so stunned that all she could think to do was take a deep breath through her triangular lupine nose. Her reflection did indeed have a smell: sweet, warm…enticing, even. No, not enticing—intoxicating. Which made it hard for Loona to ask even her most urgent questions.
“It’s, it’s amazing,” Loona stammered.
“Mmmm, thanks,” her mirror-self purred. “Oh, and just to keep things simple, you can call me Huna. You know, for 'human Loona.'“
“Okay,” Loona replied blankly.
Like many of Hell's native denizens, Loona was pretty flexible in terms of her sexuality, because being too picky about the sex of your partner didn't lend itself to the kind of debauchery demons were known for. Even so, Loona had always somewhat preferred guys to girls.
But this was different. Huna's allure was beyond sexy; it was primal. Loona felt as though a warm hand were cupping her pussy, even though Huna wasn't even touching her.
Until she did. Huna took Loona’s hand and put it on her waist, and Loona almost gasped at the feel of her warm, smooth, bare skin. She never would have admitted it, but Loona had always found the relative hairlessness of humans a bit erotic. Even when they were fully clothed, humans still exposed a shameless amount of skin.
“Loona,” Huna said, her voice a warm breath in the hellhound's pointed ear, “can I show you something?”
Loona nodded slowly as she answered, “Yeah.”
Huna turned slowly until she was facing away from Loona, then looked back at her over her shoulder.
“Pull up my top,” she said.
Loona’s hand had moved from Huna’s waist to her back when the human turned. Now, Loona slowly slid that hand up Huna’s back and then lifted up the back of her loose crop top.
“Oh, wow…” Loona murmured.
Across Huna’s upper back was a tattoo: a stylized image of wings made from a great many slender steel blades that fit together intricately. Loona had never seen such artistry on anyone's skin, human or demon.
“You like?” Huna asked teasingly.
“It's beautiful,” Loona breathed.
“As beautiful as you deserve to be,” Huna replied. Then, still looking back over her shoulder at Loona, Huna raised her arms as artfully as a belly dancer and said, “Why don't you finish taking my top off? I've got more…features...you might want to see.”
Under the spell of Huna's scent and sultry speech, there was nothing in all nine circles of Hell that Loona wanted more than to undress her human doppelganger. So she pulled the crop top up and off.
Huna turned around, and Loona's long jaw dropped. Huna's breasts were only a little bit larger than before, but this slight increase in size made each one look like a complete handful, which immediately made Loona think about touching them. What was more, the pink nipples were more prominent, more inviting.
“Wow,” Loona breathed. “They're so nice…nicer than mine…”
“I don't know, let's see,” Huna replied.
Being in a near-trance induced by Huna's scent, Loona didn't consider resisting when Huna lifted up Loona's arms and pulled her top off. Loona wasn't wearing a bra underneath; she'd never had enough boobs to need one. And Blitzo exhorting her to wear one for the sake of modesty made her even less inclined to do so.
So now her small breasts were exposed. Like most of her body, they were covered in white fur, save for her conical black nipples. Loona blushed as Huna bent down to inspect them, her warm breath making Loona's nips begin to stiffen.
“I think they look perfect on your hot hell-hound body,” Huna said, straightening up. “But for your human disguise, you might like a little more…” she pushed her soft breasts against Loona's, “...size.”
Loona couldn't help herself. She put both hands on Huna's firm breasts and felt them up eagerly.
“Mmmm, you like?” Huna asked teasingly. “They'd look so good on you.”
Huna let Loona play with her breasts for a bit longer. Then she leaned her head forward next to Loona's.
“You know,” she murmured, “I think your sweet little titties could use some attention, too.”
Loona sucked in a breath when Huna bent down and put her soft lips to Loona's nipple, and suckled it gently for a long moment. Then Huna straightened up, put her arms around Loona, and pulled her close.
“Mmmmm,” Huna hummed, closing her eyes for a moment and rubbing her body gently up and down against Loona's. “Your fur feels so nice on my naked skin…”
She opened her eyes again and looked into Loona's as she went on, “I have more new features for you to explore. All you have to do is touch me…Touch me anywhere you want…”
Loona couldn't even begin to resist Huna's seduction. She put her hands on her human self's upper back, then slid them slowly down.
“Your skin feels amazing…” the young hellhound breathed.
“If you like that,” Huna murmured in Loona's pointed ear, “just keep going with those hands.”
Loona kept sliding her hands downward, and the next thing she knew, Huna's skirt vanished, and Loona's hands were holding the softest, plushest, smoothest ass she'd ever had the pleasure to touch.
“You like it?” Huna asked teasingly. “That ass could be all yours if you want it…”
Something inside Loona snapped. She couldn't handle the teasing and tantalizing for another moment. So Loona grabbed Huna by her hips, turned her around, and pushed her down onto all fours on the floor as Loona dropped to her knees right behind her.
“Oooh,” Huna said seductively, “I guess you like what you- OH!”
Loona had just thrust her muzzle straight into Huna’s pussy, her nose pushing her human reflection’s wet pussylips to either side so that Loona could lick Huna’s cunt from bottom to top. Huna panted and moaned, then cried out in pleasure when Loona thrust her long lupine tongue as far up Huna’s cunthole as it could reach.
The young hellhound wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. She’d never felt this kind of intense attraction to another girl before. But this felt more like…well, not quite like masturbation, but still kind of like pleasuring herself. A perfect, human version of herself.
Loona pulled her face out of Huna’s pussy and used her considerable strength to turn Huna over onto her back. Then Loona threw herself onto Huna such that her face was right above Huna’s full breasts, whose nipples Loona licked like mad.
“Ohhh, yes,” Huna moaned. “Don't stop…My beautiful human body is all yours…Every inch of my bare skin is yours…”
As Loona kept licking, Huna reached down with both hands and used her fingertips to toy with Loona's nipples. Loona became horny beyond reason and quickly squirmed out of her skirt and panties. Then she moved up on Huna's body until they were face to face and kissed her, thrusting her long tongue deep into Huna's mouth. At the same time, Loona used her legs and hips to push Huna's thighs apart and began to hump her, Loona's mons moving against Huna's such that their clits stimulated each other rhythmically.
“Mmmm, you really know what to do with my body,” Huna moaned, artfully undulating her hips so as to rub her clit against Loona's even more pleasurably even as Huna continued to play with Loona's nipples.
“Yeah, well,” Loona gasped, trying to match her human doppelganger's movements, “you're no slouch, either.”
The talking stopped after that, giving way to gasping, moaning, and, increasingly, pants and grunts of effort as the two women worked harder and harder to get themselves and each other off. And it was working, because every time Loona wanted Huna to rub harder, or in a specific spot, Huna actually did it without Loona having to say a word. Now, Loona felt orgasm rushing towards her like a hundred charging hellbeasts.
“Oh fuck!” she cried. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”
Huna cried out, too, and their spasming legs twined and thrashed as each one's hands gripped the other's body hard. Huna was squeezing Loona's small breasts hard enough to make her yelp under other circumstances, but right now it only made the hellhound cum harder.
When their climaxes ended, the two women collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath.
“Sweet Satan's hardon,” Loona panted, “that was awesome.”
“Oh Hell-with-a-capital-H yes,” Huna breathed.
“I mean,” Loona said, “I've been screwing around a lot lately, and I can't think of anybody who's gotten me off like that.”
“Well,” Huna replied, “I am your reflection. Who would know better how to make you feel good?”
“Heh, true that,” Loona chuckled, sounding a bit drunk in her afterglow.
Huna turned herself around so that she was lying on her side next to Loona. Then Huna playfully traced a finger down Loona's cheek and then over her clavicle and breast as she spoke.
“So,” Huna said, “I know you want my scent…and my tattoo. And it wouldn't cost much more to go up on breast size. In fact, if you want that and the ass upgrade, you could get a package deal.”
Loona snapped out of her afterglow.
“Wait a minute,” she growled. “Was all this just you trying to fucking upsell me?”
“You know how good you’d look with this tattoo,” Huna said, reaching behind her head and running her hand across her upper back. Then she moved both hands over her full, firm breasts and went on, “And can you really put a price on having such a perfect pair of-”
“FUCK YOU!” Loona roared.
She leaped to her feet, then seized Huna by the shoulders and hauled her up to her feet, too. Before Huna could say a word in protest, Loona shoved her straight back into the mirror. Huna vanished instantly, and now Loona saw only her own hellhound self in the glass.
She turned on her heel and stride out the door of the back room and into the shop. Connivia was behind the counter.
“So,” the blue-skinned demon asked, “which of the upgrades did you decide on?”
Without even slowing down, Loona snarled, “None. I'm good,” and walked out.
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