Late in the afternoon on a quiet day finds a purple-furred feline named Petunia sitting on her bed, relaxing as she enjoys the lazy day. She brushes her pink hair out of her face a bit, her deep purple eyes focused ahead. She's idly doodling on some paper, her thoughts having wandered to someone in a show she had admired for some time now – A hellhound known for her aggressive attitude and short temper as well as her penchant for swearing. Loona had been a favorite of Petunia's since she first saw her, and the feline finds herself sketching a few rough pictures of her, smiling to herself as she does so. Even though Loona is a fictional character set in a different universe, Petunia can't help but imagine what it would be like if she could meet the hellhound for herself…
Taking a breath, the feline gets up to get herself a drink of water, sipping it softly as she relaxes a little. The cool water helps her gather her thoughts, refreshing her both in body and mind. She takes her time, but when she does finish, she returns to her room, only to be met with quite a surprising sight – Sitting on her bed is the white-and-grey canine of her dreams! Loona is smiling to herself, her long snowy-white hair brushed in her face and along the side of her body, her long canine ears lowered in a relaxed state, and her fluffy tail swaying gently behind her. She's wearing her usual attire she's known for – A torn blue crop-top held on by a pentagram-shaped drawstring; black tattered shorts that hide little from the imagination; a spiked choker-like collar; dark fingerless gloves; and thigh-high tube socks with exposed paws. She's currently lying on the bed, looking at the drawings Petunia had made, though her ear twitches a bit and she turns her head, giving the feline a chuckle. "Well, hello there. Nice pictures you've done – It's always nice to meet a fan."
Petunia stares in disbelief; is this really happening? "B-But… You're… How did…"
Loona just smiles a bit wider, standing up to her full six-foot-one height, stretching out a little. "How did I come here? Come on, you know I know how to use the Grimoire; it can create portals to other universes too! Or do you mean, how did I know to come here in particular?" Loona steps closer, placing a hand gently on the five-foot-tall Petunia's shoulder. "Mark it up to canine instinct; I can sniff out a fan even from Hell. And I've definitely found a cute one at that…"
Petunia blushes, shivering a bit in a deep fluster; everything about this whole situation was insane, nearly overwhelming to her! Her favorite character from the show, coming specifically to meet her, admiring her artwork, and calling her cute? The cat feels like she might faint from excitement!
Loona chuckles a bit, patting her shoulder. "Come on now, take it easy… I get it; I'd be excited too! Why don't you sit down before you fall, alright?" The hellhound leads the feline to her bed, taking a seat with her, gently wrapping an arm behind Petunia's back as she smiles. "You're alright; I'm not gonna hurt you."
The feline looks up to Loona, those piercing white eyes with blood-red sclera normally very intense in the show, but right now, they look down with an expression full of care and even gentle affection. Petunia takes a deep breath, before asking "But… I thought you were mean and violent and-"
The hellhound laughs a bit, shaking her head. "Oh, that? That's just for the show, really. Honestly, I'm pretty chill when I'm not at work or on camera. But can you really blame me? Blitz is a dumbass, Moxxie is a doormat, and Millie is just… I dunno, too happy? It gets to be grating, I'll admit… Which is why it's nice to get away now and again." Loona smiles warmly, her hand reaching up to softly pet through Petunia's hair. "Sometimes I just come up here in my disguised form and get some fresh air and sunlight, but like I said, I can sniff out a real fan who isn't just trying to fuck me or something. And truth be told, I kinda wanted to relax today, and what better way than with an adorable admirer like you?"
Blushing deeper at these words, Petunia looks shyly away, trying to process everything that's happening. Loona understands this and doesn't say anything more for the moment, simply maintaining her gentle, friendly embrace, reassuring the feline she means what she has said. The feline takes a soft breath, wrapping her own arms around the hellhound as she leans into the hug, making Loona smile as she pulls the cat close, sharing a warm, friendly snuggle with her fan.
Petunia gently looks up into Loona's eyes, smiling warmly as well, and she softly says "…thank you, Loona…"
To which the hellhound chuckles, gently ruffling the cat's vibrant pink hair. "Hey, sure thing. You're a kind, sweet girl, and I'm happy to hang out with you for a while."
The cat smiles and nods softly, leaning against Loona some more – Before she pauses, looking up again. "Wait… How did you know that about me?"
Loona again chuckles, her hand trailing to the feline's chubby belly, rubbing it softly as she replies "Did you forget? I have demonic abilities, even ones they don't have on the show. I'm not a telepath, per se, but I can get a feel for someone's personality pretty easily. Instincts for letting me know who's genuine and who's fake, and all that; helps me avoid perverted assholes and shit…" She shakes her head, still smiling. "But it also helps me know who would be a real friend and someone worth getting to know… And that's you." She gently places a finger on the dark, heart-shaped spot of fur on the feline's sternum. "You're every bit as lovely as your patch's pattern suggests, Petunia."
Having Loona use her name like this makes the feline blush again, but those gentle, genuine words ease the worries and doubts in her mind; the canine is sincere with what she's saying, and her soft caresses to the feline's shoulder show she's more than happy to share the day with her. Petunia nods and gives Loona another warm snuggle, which she readily reciprocates in kind.
When they let go, though, Loona's smile turns a bit wider, her eyes narrowing a bit as she chuckles in a knowing manner. "Though I should tell you, it's not just personality I can sense… I can also tell desires. Again, lets me keep away from unsavory people, but… I can tell you've been thinking about me a lot, and there are some things on your mind you'd love to do with me… Aren't there?"
The teasing, knowing tone in her voice makes Petunia shudder again and look bashfully away, feeling like a kid with their hand caught in the cookie jar; she had indeed fantasized about the hellhound before in some deeply unique ways, but never expected her private thoughts would become known to the character herself…
Loona speaks again in her gentle voice. "Hey, it's okay! I'm not upset or anything like that at all, I promise! In fact…" Loona scoots away just a bit and brings her legs up onto the bed, gently resting her paws in Petunia's lap. "…I would be more than happy to indulge you."
Petunia gasps just a little as she sees those lovely hellhound paws, her blush deepening as she gets an up-close view of them. They're big and broad, the soft white fur on the tops and sides clearly having been cleaned and well cared for, and the three toes on each paw splay just a little as Loona teases the feline a bit, her sharp dark claws visible at the ends of those digits. But Petunia's eyes wander down to the big pads underneath; one big one at the balls of her paws, and one small one on each toe – Black as night, soft as grass, and just as clean as the rest of her! They look just so inviting, and Petunia can't help herself but to reach over, gently placing her thumbs on those pads, starting to rub them nice and softly.
Loona chuckles and lets out a gentle sigh, shifting a bit as she relaxes. "Mmm… That's what I thought, heh. Go on, get at them; your hands feel really nice…" Her toes wiggle as she lays back a little, just watching the feline work her paws in such a lovely way.
Petunia's initial fluster gently dissipates as Loona gives her encouraging words, and she grows more confident as she gives her favorite hellhound the most wonderful paw massage she can provide! Her fingers work all over Loona's paw pads, then move along her soles and the sides, before coming to the tops to relax the metatarsal bones and joints, much to Loona's enjoyment. The feline smiles, purring gently in her chest as she treats the canine to these delightful pleasures, even moving back to the toes to softly roll them and spread them, making sure every digit was tended to as well. Soon, Petunia shivers just a bit as she has a thought, slowly leaning down and giving a kiss to Loona's right paw, then to her left; the hellhound chuckles and lightly closes her toes over Petunia's muzzle for a few seconds, just to tease her back, before letting her go and sitting up a bit more, pulling her paws back and smiling.
"Heh… You're really good at that, you know? I'm gonna have to stop by and let you love on my paws again when they're sore; that felt really nice." Loona gives Petunia another gentle hug and a few pats on her head, their eyes meeting again. "But I think there's something else on your mind, isn't there? Something you've dreamed of ever since you first saw me…" She smirks, leaning in close, whispering very gently in the feline's ear. "…I can make that happen, you know…"
Petunia's blush returns once again, shivering as her imagination runs wild. She stammers a bit, but Loona cuts her off by leaning close, softly pressing her lips to the feline's, kissing gently. Petunia's whole form tenses in a deep fluster as the hellhound smooches her, but after a few seconds, she inhales through her nose and closes her eyes softly, kissing Loona back gently and warmly.
Loona's smile grows as she deepens the kiss, and Petunia feels the hellhound moving her hands; her eyes open and look into the canine's piercing demonic eyes, as she silently casts a spell of some sort. Before the feline knows what's going on, she begins to feel a bit tingly, her body glowing softly in a reddish hue – Before she realizes she's starting to shrink! Loona's lips grow bigger against hers; still kissing, but beginning to envelop her mouth, then her muzzle, and soon her whole face! Petunia continues to shrink in size over the next few seconds, her form growing smaller on top of the canine's body, until eventually she finds herself only an inch tall, standing on the canine's chest!
Petunia blushes deeply, shaking her head as she gets used to her new size, while Loona chuckles softly. "Awwh, you're even more adorable at this size… My tiny kitten." Her words make the feline shiver again, but she lets out a shy giggle; indeed, this was one of her deepest fantasies, and Loona had made it happen for her!
Loona gently reaches up, cupping the small cat in her hand and giggling softly. "You look like a little grape… A perfect little snack, all for me." She grins, giving Petunia another gentle kiss, her lips practically wrapping around the feline's entire head! "Would you like that, Petunia? To be my little grape, and to let me have you and enjoy you? I promise you'll be safe; I'd never want to hurt my little kitten, but seeing you at this size is… Teasing the predator in me, I'll admit…"
By now, Petunia is a flustered mess; so many thoughts and fantasies are running through her mind right now, but everything Loona said was true – She always had wanted to be consumed by the lovely hellhound, and now that the character is offering to do just that for her, the cat looks up and nods softly. "I-I'd… I'd love that, Loona… I'd love to be your tasty little grape and to let you swallow me… I know you'd never hurt me, and I trust you…"
The hellhound smiles widely at this, replying "Good kitten… Before you go inside, though, why don't you say goodbye to my paws?" She moves her hand down to said paws, pressed against each other, and Loona teases "They want to give you a hug before you go…" as she lowers the tiny feline between them, gently pressing those soft, smooth paw pads against her!
Petunia lets out an adorable squeaking meow as she's gently smushed by those pads, feeling them conforming to her body in quite an intimate embrace, and she wiggles a little in excitement, making Loona huff in pleasure. The feline giggles, giving the now huge paw pads some gentle kisses and licks, stroking her tiny tongue along those smooth pads, enjoying just how clean and well-maintained they are!
Loona lays back a bit, relaxing as Petunia shares her love down here, softly saying "Oooh… That feels really good, mmmh… I might have to hide you in my socks sometime…" But after another minute or so, Loona sits up as she opens her paws and picks the feline out again, cupping her gently in her hand and bringing her up to that canine muzzle. "Right now, though, I know a much better place for you to go… Head on inside; I'll even put the carpet out for you!"
Petunia watches as Loona opens her maw slowly, nice and wide, revealing the interior to her – The pink fleshy cavern is absolutely massive from her scale, and she takes in every last detail. Loona's tongue is big and broad, the bumpy papillae visible all along the surface as the muscles wiggle softly, reaching out over her sharp hellhound teeth and thick black lips to provide a safe entry for her. Looking up to the roof of Loona's mouth, Petunia admires the rough ridges of her hard palate, leading back to the fleshier soft palate. To the sides, the hellhound's cheeks twitch lightly with involuntary muscle movements, and their softness looks all too inviting for Petunia to rub and feel. But her attention is most drawn to the very back of the canine's mouth, where she sees two large tonsils framing the top of her throat, the gullet flexing idly as though eager to swallow her down – And above that is the alluring, fleshy uvula, rocking softly back and forth, rising and falling with every breath Loona takes. It sways almost hypnotically, beckoning the tiny feline to get closer, to give it a rub…
She steps forward, climbing onto Loona's tongue, gently making her way past the teeth and into her mouth properly; Loona helps out by lightly curling the tip of her tongue and pulling the feline inside, softly closing her mouth. Petunia's world goes dark, though her feline night-vision lets her still make out the details inside the cavern she's inside of. The tongue ripples softly, but the canine allows the cat to explore on her own, not intervening at all. Petunia decides to make her way to the left cheek, pressing her tiny hands against the soft, yielding flesh, able to push it quite far before it begins pushing back against her. She hears Loona chuckle, amused by this, and the feline giggles a bit as well as she heads back to the middle, now standing on the slippery tongue to feel the rough hard palate overhead. Her tiny hands follow the contours of those ridges, feeling the bumps and valleys of the palate above her, taking in every detail she can. Gradually, she moves further back, rubbing the almost spongy flesh of the soft palate a little, but by now, she's focused entirely on that oh-so-tempting uvula…
Petunia takes a moment to admire the swaying, dangling appendage; long, narrow along the stem but nicely bulbous at the end, looking so soft and squishable, practically calling out to her. She briefly takes a glance down at the gullet below, before rearing back and pouncing, grabbing on and holding tightly to the uvula! Loona makes a surprised sound, but she doesn't choke – It seems she lacks a gag reflex, ensuring Petunia can enjoy herself all she wants! She hugs the warm flesh of the bulb-shaped bottom, giving it a kiss and squishing it softly with her hands, caressing and massaging it as she shows her love to the hellhound's uvula. Feeling her efforts, Loona makes a soft, contented hum in approval, very much enjoying her little kitten's efforts. But soon, they both know it's time for Petunia to fill the role of the little grape she is…
The feline gives one more kiss to the uvula before taking a deep breath and letting go, dropping right into the top of Loona's throat. The muscles momentarily squish against her, before the canine tilts her head back and swallows deeply, pulling Petunia into her gullet, slowly but steadily guiding her downwards towards her waiting belly. The tiny feline is squeezed long by the peristaltic contractions of the canine's esophageal muscles, sliding her along and squeezing her snugly with the warm slick flesh of that tunnel. All around her, she can hear the squishing of the gullet as it pushes her, as well as the steady thump of Loona's heartbeat and the whooshing of air as she breathes deeply, a resonating "Mmmnh…" sounding all around her as well as the hellhound clearly enjoys both the taste of her kitten and the feeling of her sliding down her gullet. Soon, she can make out some rumbles below her, and a few seconds later, her paws press against a tight ring of muscle that gives way after a moment, letting Petunia slide through the esophageal sphincter and into that warm gastric chamber of the canine.
Sliding to the bottom of Loona's stomach, Petunia takes a moment to gather her bearings, shivering with deep excitement – She's inside her favorite hellhound, tucked away where nobody could find her! She giggles out loud as she looks around the dark chamber, her night vision letting her make out the details within. She watches those folded, fleshy walls as they lightly ripple, contracting slowly and gently in idle rolling motions. Up above, she can see the sphincter she came through, having squished tightly shut once more, and off in the distance, she can make out the other exit; the pyloric sphincter, also sealed shut. She's not going anywhere unless Loona lets her, and as it is, the canine is quite content to have her grape sealed nicely away inside her tummy!
Petunia hears a contented sigh before the belly shakes a bit, a steady thumping sounding for a moment; Loona's petting her tummy, speaking in a gentle voice. "My little kitten… My little grape… All tucked away, and all mine." She giggles cutely. "You felt so amazing going down my throat; I could feel you sliding down every inch of it!" She chuckles, her hand rubbing her stomach. "I hope you had fun with my uvula; that felt sooo nice like you wouldn't believe… I never knew that would feel so good!"
The tiny feline giggles cutely, moving to where she sees Loona's rubs, and she smiles and caresses the stomach walls back. "Oh, yes; that was so much fun! I can't believe it; I'm inside you! I've been swallowed up like a little grape, and now I'm in your tummy!"
Loona giggles and uses a finger to gently boop right where Petunia's head is, causing a surprised meow to sound out from her! "Indeed you are; you're right where you belong, and I'm so happy I can let you stay inside me. I'm using a power to keep my metabolism turned off; you're at absolutely no risk of digesting in there, I promise; you're one hundred percent safe inside your hellhound pred." She chuckles, laying back on Petunia's bed. "I think I'm going to take a little rest while you're in there; why don't you do the same? I can only imagine how soft and warm and comfy it must be inside my belly… I almost wish it was me in there! But you deserve my safe tummy all to yourself from how nicely you treated me – Stay as long as you like, alright? I'll let you out when you're ready to come out, but please, enjoy your stay! I know I'll be enjoying your stay myself, hehe…"
Petunia giggles as she hears just how happy Loona is to have her inside, only making the whole experience that much better for her! But before she can reply, she suddenly lets out a loud yawn; the events of today certainly are starting to catch up with her, and the soft, fleshy stomach, the warm air, the soothing noises, and the slick, harmless fluids all compounded to make the feline feel a deep, contented tiredness she had never felt before. Gently curling up on the bottom of Loona's stomach, Petunia kisses the walls and says "Thank you again, Loona, for everything today… Goodnight; I can't wait to talk to you again when we wake up!" Smiling as she closes her eyes, almost immediately drifting off into a deep, comfortable sleep.
Loona giggles a bit and pats her belly once more, whispering "Goodnight, my little grape; I'll see you soon…" before she too lets out a gentle yawn and closes her eyes, her hand idly caressing her stomach, a smile on her muzzle as she dreams about all the fun she had with her little kitten, and all the fun they can have later too…
