	Loona walked down the street carrying a coffee in hand. She was on her way back to the I.M.P. headquarters after her third or fourth break of the day. She had just stopped by a coffee shop not far away from the office to pick up a drink. The city was noisy and crowded as usual, but she had long since grown used to it.

	The stresses of city life were eased somewhat by her new pair of boots, though. Her tired paws were cushioned and well-supported by them, which was especially useful for all the walking she did. It didn’t hurt that they fit her style, either; they were made from black leather, reaching halfway up to her knees with laces all down the front. The toe of each boot also had a shiny steel cap sewn into it, providing excellent protection to her feet while giving off an intimidating look. She smirked to herself and sipped her coffee; being fashionable felt good.

	Her attention was drawn away, however, when she spotted a group of incubi loitering in her path. They were standing around while smoking cigarettes, giving people dirty glares and looking like they were up to no good.

        The incubus demons all took the form of attractive young men, though their hellish nature left them marked. Each had a vivid red shade of skin, wore a pair of black horns atop their heads, and had thin spaded tails that swished behind them as they talked with each other. When Loona got closer they took notice, making no attempts to hide their attraction. She felt a twinge of discomfort when, one by one, they all turned to stare at her and her “assets.”

        “Damn, check out the rack on this one.” One of them crudely remarked. “I could go without the fur, though.” He added. The demon gawked at Loona’s chest anyway.

        “I don’t care. I love goth chicks.” Another said, smirking as he looked her body up and down. “They’re always sluts, too.” The half-dozen or so incubi laughed to themselves, disregarding that the hellhound was well within earshot.

	Loona raised her lip in a snarl and growled at them, but didn’t slow her pace or change direction. She assumed they wouldn’t make a move on her, not in broad daylight or out in the open like this. She ignored their lewd remarks and strode past them with her chin raised in the air, only for one of the demons to reach out and squeeze her ass as she went by.

	Loona gasped, her eyes going wide and her cheeks turning bright red. She jumped in surprise at his touch, dropping her coffee and spilling it all over the sidewalk. She came to an abrupt halt, frozen in disbelief at what had happened. She heard the incubi snickering at her behind her back, and she was filled with humiliation and rage.

        Loona whipped around to face the incubus that touched her, bearing her fangs while huffing hot steam out of her nose. Without thinking twice she swung her boot up between his legs, and it struck home with a loud crunch. The male yelped as his bulge was flattened between his pelvis and the metal toe of her boot, with nothing to absorb the shock of her kick but his thin jeans. He collapsed forward onto his knees, planting one hand on the pavement to hold himself up while burying the other between his legs to cradle his damaged gonads. He groaned and whimpered like a wounded animal, his body trembling hard as his eyes went unfocused.

	The incubus’s friends backed off, taking a step away from the two. They watched with dropped jaws as Loona walked behind the demon, then drew her leg back and punted him in the nuts again. She leveraged all her strength this time, lifting his butt a couple inches into the air while producing a fleshy crack similar to the first kick. His hips slumped back down when she pulled her foot away, allowing the wailing demon to topple over onto his side. As the male curled up into the fetal position he felt an overwhelming nausea spreading from his groin and went silent. A second later he vomited the contents of his stomach onto the curb, then started sobbing quietly.

	The other demons grimaced at the grisly sight. They nervously shielded their own balls with their hands, recognizing a clear threat to their genetic futures. It was a uniquely male type of pain and fear that Loona couldn’t relate to, of course. “Crybaby.” She spat, insulting the incubus she’d just racked.

	One of the incubi didn’t seem afraid like the others, however; in fact, he looked quite angry. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He yelled. “You psycho bitch!” The demon stomped toward Loona with his fist raised and his teeth grit, only to be stopped when she slapped her hand up between his legs. He winced and went rigid, his eye twitching as he felt her palm smack into his nuts. His expression twisted further when she closed her fingers around his sac and squeezed hard, like she was trying to juice a lemon.

	When Loona squished his gonads in her paw, the incubus let out a high pitched squeal. His hands flew down to his crotch, where he pried desperately at her fingers in an attempt to get them off his junk.

	“M-My balls! Stop! Please!” He begged, his voice an octave or two higher than before. The hellhound responded by squeezing tighter, ungracefully rearranging the insides of his balls.

	“Think I could turn these into paste with one paw?” Loona asked, getting up into his face while snarling. She grit her teeth and dug her fingers deeper into his nutmeat, forcing him to squeal. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you, tough guy.” She said, bumping her nose against his. The incubus shrank back under her deluge of threats, his body shaking.

	“I-I’m sorry!” He cried out, desperate to stop the assault on his testicles. His pathetic groveling only seemed to make Loona more sadistic, though. She growled and wrenched his balls to the side, twisting his spermatic cords up. The nerve-packed tubes that connected his gonads to his body tangled with each other, compressing their delicate inner workings in a way that was never intended by nature.

	Having his balls squeezed hurt more than he ever imagined was possible. That pain only got worse when she started twisting them. A wave of nausea and agony washed over every nerve in his body and a new burning, aching sensation spread from his groin. Blood flow was diverted away from his sperm factories, which slowly began to suffocate without oxygen. He let out a piercing wail, trying to pull Loona off more desperately than before despite his fading strength. When Loona clamped down even harder, his knees wobbled and threatened to buckle beneath him. “Please! I said I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!” He repeated, his voice breaking.

	“Sorry isn’t going to cut it.” Loona growled. “No… I’m taking you out of the gene pool for good.” The demon’s stomach sank and his pupils shrunk to the size of pins as he stared up at her in terror. The female was filled with satisfaction as she watched him squirm.

	Loona released the incubus’s balls, allowing them to unravel and return to their natural position. The male exhaled deeply in relief, then started panting and groaning from the lingering pain. He knew his rest would be short-lived, though. The female used her razor-sharp claws to rake across the front of his pants, expertly shredding the fabric that covered his crotch.

	Within a second she had revealed his genitals, allowing them to flop out through the gaping hole she made. His naked balls dangled helplessly between his legs, swaying gently in the breeze. The swollen organs twitched and pulled up against his body to escape the cold. Loona smirked at how they tried to protect themselves.

	The Incubus’s testicles were intact but ostensibly damaged. His scrotal skin, which normally was a vibrant ruby-red, had become discolored all over; purple splotches were left behind where the female’s fingers had dug in. Loona snatched up his naked pouch in her paw, then gave his aching balls a painful squeeze that made his toes curl.

	Loona wore a sadistic smile across her face as she yanked upwards on the incubus’s sac. His cords went taut as he was lifted onto his toes, eliciting a panicked squeal of pain. The muscles on the hellhound’s arm visibly tensed as she leveraged all her strength to lift him an inch off the ground, his entire weight suspended on the fragile flesh between his legs. The demon screamed as he dangled in the air, his body jerking around as he clutched the female’s paw.

	After only a few seconds of tug-of-war between Loona’s grip and gravity, the demon’s balls started to tear. She could feel the neck of his scrotum and testicular cords stretching beyond their healthy limit, the latter of which made faint crunchy noises as blood vessels and nerves threatened to snap at any moment.

	“Feel that?” Loona teased. “I think they’re coming loose already.” She stared into the demon’s agonized face to watch his reaction up close. His eyes poured tears and rolled up into his head as his body became paralysed in pain. His throat closed up, which made it difficult to breathe. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t speak or even scream. He felt helpless.

	After listening to his screams for several long moments Loona decided she had gotten enough enjoyment out of damaging his “toys”, and that it was time to neuter him. She lowered him enough to allow him back on his feet, then put her boot against his abdomen and shoved him away while yanking his scrotum toward herself. The incubus erupted in blood-curdling screams as his testicular cords strained against her weight, stretching thinner and thinner as they failed to hold her up. Loona leaned back and grunted, using her whole body in an attempt to separate the male from his genitals.

	With a powerful yank, the sound of flesh tearing filled the air. The neck of the demon’s scrotum tore open like a zipper, followed by one of his testicular cord snapping like a rubber band. The other cord held on by a thread, prompting one final yank from Loona. The additional tug snapped his second cord with ease, rewarding her with a handful of man meat.

        With nothing holding him up, the demon fell onto his back and let out a piercing wail. His eyes disappeared into the back of his head and his body spasmed as foam frothed at the corners of his mouth. He clenched his legs shut and buried both hands between them, though it did nothing to stop the bleeding from where his testicles used to be. Within a few seconds, a pool of blood had formed beneath his butt.

        Loona held the incubus’s testicles up in the air, dangling them from within his torn scrotum. “Who’s next?!” She barked. The incubi that were still lucky enough to be unharmed went pale as ghosts and scattered, running away in different directions while cupping their own groins for safety. “That’s what I thought.” Loona muttered to herself, grinding her teeth together.

        Loona lowered her arm, then hefted the scrotum in her paw while looking down at it. She curled her nose at the sight of the blood-soaked organs and she was filled with disdain at their very existence, even detached from their owner. She waited for a few moments for a vehicle to pass by on the road, then threw the male’s severed bits in its path.

	The scrotum made a fleshy “plap” as it landed in the middle of the street, spilling its contents into a messy pile. The remains of his genitals were then promptly run over by the vehicle, a pickup truck to be specific, and were reduced to a red smear on the asphalt. The driver noticed a slight bump on the road as they splattered the demon’s balls, but shrugged it off and didn’t bother to slow down. They probably just hit a pothole or a speed bump, they thought.

        After disposing of the scrotum Loona turned to the two incapacitated demons that laid at her feet, both of whom were cradling themselves and sobbing. The second incubus was clinging to the edge of consciousness, the loss of blood from his torn balls making him lightheaded. Passing out sounded appealing with the amount of pain he was experiencing, though.

        The first incubus was in slightly better condition. He whimpered and groaned while holding his bruised balls, but was still very much intact. Tears streamed down his face and he gagged occasionally, his body wracked with nausea but long since devoid of anything to throw up. He writhed around in pain, rolling side to side while curled up in a ball. Loona scowled as she watched him, then decided to relieve some of her anger by finishing his balls off.

        Loona grabbed the whimpering incubus by his ankles and lifted his legs into the air while prying them open, forcing his thighs apart. In doing so she exposed his damaged groin, which caused him to burst out with panic. He thrashed around while weakly kicking his legs, groveling at her to keep his balls.

        “N-No! Please, don’t break them!” He cried, his voice cracking. “I need to have kids!”

        “Good. I hope you miss them.” Loona snarled. She raised her boot into the air and hovered it above his crotch, then stomped down hard. She drove the leather heel of her boot into his sac, flattening his nuts against the pavement with a wet crunch. The incubus squealed like a little girl, jerking like a fish out of water as his body exploded in renewed pain.

        Loona smirked as she watched him suffer, then began twisting her heel back and forth like she was putting out a cigarette butt. The continuous grinding pressure wore down on the strength of his testicles, breaking cartilage and small blood vessels with a faint crackling noise akin to a crisp vegetable being broken. It was highly cathartic to stomp on this pervert’s nuts and make him cry, she thought, but it would be even more fun to ruin them forever. It wasn’t like he was going to do much good with them anyway.

        The hellhound raised her foot into the air, allowing the incubus only a fraction of a second to catch his breath before bringing it back down with bone-shattering force. He’d already ripped his throat up from screaming, so all the demon could do was let out a pathetic wail. His body quaked and shook violently from the pain between his legs, which he was helpless to stop. When Loona raised her boot again, he made a miserable attempt to protect his balls by hovering his hands over his groin. She kicked them out of the way like the minor annoyance they were and continued to gas pedal him, repeatedly pounding the male’s rubbery marbles against the concrete.

        After about a dozen stomps, the incubus let out an unusually high pitched squeal and went limp. He was spared the mercy of unconsciousness, but was no longer strong enough to move his body. The amount of pain and physical trauma he’d endured was too much, so all he could do was lay there and make gurgling noises. Loona lifted her foot and looked down to see the heel of her boot dripping with blood. Within a few seconds the crotch of the male’s pants was thoroughly soaked with the same red fluid.

        Loona tilted her head and squinted, leaning down to inspect his groin. She tested the integrity of his testicles by prodding at his junk with the toe of her boot, causing the demon’s body to give a pained twitch. Though his genitals were hidden inside his pants, she couldn’t find a single solid lump, instead only feeling a jelly-like substance sloshing around his sac.

        Satisfied, Loona threw the male’s legs down and allowed him to use his remaining strength to curl up into a ball. He sobbed weakly, letting out a tortured groan every few breaths. His face was covered with sweat, and he looked like he was barely clinging to consciousness. The female walked away without another word, feeling like she had sufficiently made her point.

        Loona finished her journey back to the I.M.P. headquarters, bitter that she had lost her coffee along the way. Now all she had to show for it was an arm and paw stained with incubus blood. When she walked in through the front door of the office she breathed a sigh of relief, glad to be away from the riff-raff of Imp City. Blitzo and Moxxie were there too, though they were both busy at work and didn’t look at her right away.

        “Ah, Loona! You’re finally back. What took you so long? Isn’t that cafe just down the street?” Blitzo asked. “We could really use some help here.”

        Moxxie glanced up at the female, and the first thing he noticed was the streaks of red across her fur. His eyes went wide and he tugged on his boss’s sleeve to get his attention. “Uh, sir…” He said. Blitzo gave an annoyed sigh at his coworker’s nagging, then turned to look behind himself.

        Blitzo’s face sank when he saw the hellhound, his eyes darting down to the blood on her. In a panic, he threw down the stack of papers he was holding. “No! My little Loony! How bad is it, sweetheart?!” He cried out, rushing toward her. The imp grabbed her arm and turned it over while looking through her fur, frantically searching for injuries.

        “Ugh! Relax!” Loona said, pushing him away. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment and frustration. “It’s not even my blood.” She added. Blitzo looked relieved, but still pressed her further.

        “What happened? Is everything alright?”

        “It’s fine. Some douchebags got handsy with me on the way here, so I handled it.” She explained.

        “Did they follow you back?” Blitzo asked. He leaned to the side to peer behind her, watching the entrance in apprehension.

        “I doubt it. I made two of them nutless.” Loona said. There was a distinct amount of apathy in her voice as she mentioned so casually how she castrated them.

	Blitzo had a perplexed look on his face as he processed her story, slowly piecing it together in his head. A few seconds later, what had happened clicked, and his face lit up as he was filled with fatherly joy.

        “Oh, my little girl is all grown up! I knew you could take care of yourself out there. I’m so proud!” Blitzo said, his eyes sparkling. He latched onto her like a magnet, embracing her tight with an overjoyed smile on his face. Loona sighed and begrudgingly allowed the imp to hug her, if only for a minute.

        Moxxie witnessed the exchange from across the room, an eyebrow raised. Around that time Millie happened by, oblivious to the scene she’d just walked into. She approached Moxxie so she could speak to him quietly, shooting a glance at the other two as she did so.

        “What did I miss?” She asked.

        “I think Loona got into a fight again.” He answered. Moxxie watched Blitzo fawning over his annoyed daughter with a confused look on his face. “I don’t understand those two…”