[b]The true devotion to Loona[/b]

[i]by AutoSnep[/i]

Loona the hellhound was a goth girl with a bit of an edgy attitude. She was adopted by an imp named Blitzo and worked as a receptionist at I.M.P., though she didn't particularly enjoy her job.

Leo, a furry fan from the real Earth, entered the office of I.M.P.

"O Loona, I need to praise you for eternity!" he declared.

Loona blushed a bit, a bit taken aback. "Oh, why?"

"You're beloved by every furry creature that ever existed and will ever exist, and I'm one of them," he said.

"You're a furry?" Loona raised an eyebrow in slight surprise.

"Yup," he nodded. "And to show my eternal devotion, I need to eat your poop," he said.

Loona looked a bit weirded out. "Well, that's something I've never heard of, and I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with that," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Can I ask why that is?"

"This is a sign of ultimate devotion, the display of ultimate adoration of you and everything you do," Leo explained, his voice filled with reverence and awe.

Loona sighed. "I guess that's the best way I've had someone show devotion to me," she said. "I just ask that I don't have to watch you doing that, and that you clean it up properly, so that it may be hidden from Blitzo. I don't want it to be something that may cause issues here at I.M.P."

"Of course, anything you wish, o Loona," Leo said, bowing his head in respect.

Loona smiled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You are a bit too devoted, but I'm not complaining. Thank you."

"May I have your poop now, o Loona?" he asked, almost hesitantly.

"Sure," she said, handing him a plastic, sealable bag that contained dog feces. "It's not mine, but it comes from a dog with a very similar diet to a hellhound, and I doubt you'd really taste the difference."

Leo’s jaw dropped. “I... If making me eat dog poop is what you wish, o Loona, then I can only comply.”

Leo accepted the gift with a deep bow. He turned away, trying not to gag too loudly as he started eating the feces. This process was anything but the intimacy of touching something Loona produced, but he could not deny her wish.

"Thank you, o Loona, for providing me the gift of dog feces," he said after swallowing the last bit. He put the plastic bag into the garbage bin.

Loona smiled, looking proud. "I don't think I'll ever fully understand why furries have such devotion to me," she said with a wink. "It may be strange to me, but it is rather a good feeling, knowing I have such a following." Loona was taken aback by the request, but she was also strangely proud that someone was willing to go to such lengths for her. A warm smile slowly spread across her face. "Thank you, for your devotion," she said.

Leo nodded with a serious expression on his face. "I still have a request," he said. "I wish to taste your poop, o Loona. As much as dog poop is close to the taste, nothing can compare to something only you can produce.”

Leo reached for a plastic bag on the table and offered it to Loona. "O Loona, please fill this vessel with your glorious poop," he said.

Loona was surprised, but she was also curious. She leaned against the wall and asked, "I would like to ask why you think that way. I would think that a normal person would find the thought of this rather nasty. But, I suppose I must be open-minded, if it is a request of yours, I guess I can comply with it."

Leo didn’t dare watch Loona pooping, afraid of incurring her wrath, but did feel her buttocks brush his hands as she squatted over the bag and relieved herself. When she was finished, he closed the bag and hugged it tightly to his body, savoring the warmth of her body emanating from her poop.

Loona farted loudly, then sat down in her chair again. "I hope this is adequate for you, my devotee," she said with a grin.

"I feel the warmth of your body in your poop, o Loona," he said. "I am forever grateful."

Loona looked towards the bag, a slight smile of pride on her face. "I cannot express to you just how much it confuses and pleases me that I seem to have such a following," she said. "You may enjoy this item, my devotee. It is yours to keep." She winked at him.

Leo petted the bag with poop, marveling at how much poop it contained and amazed that it had all fit in the plastic bag. Finally, he decided it was time to leave her alone with her phone and began to make his way out.

"Thank you again, o Loona," he said, "and I'm sorry for distracting you from your work."

Loona stopped him before he could leave. "I just have one question before you do, if you don't mind my asking," she said, tilting her head. "What exactly makes me so special to you?"

Leo thought for a moment, trying to find the words to express his feelings. "Love has no reason and no boundaries," he said. "Why do I like the sun? Why do I like the moon? You're the true beauty of nature, the quintessence of cuteness, the limit of unreachableness. You're... perfection."

Loona is not amused; these words are gibberish to her. "I don't fully understand," Loona said, "but I suppose you do have a point, in its own way. Thank you, devotee. And I hope you have a wonderful day." She smiled and waved goodbye as he left the room.

Once the door closed, Loona sat back in her chair, trying to process the events that had just transpired. "That is an odd individual," she mumbled to herself.

After some time, Loona got back on with her job. "Well, that was a strange interaction," she sighed. "I hope no other devotee comes in today..."

Leo, meanwhile, opened the bag with Loona's poop a bit and breathed in her scent. It filled him with her presence and he knew he'd enjoy her gift for quite some time as he consumed it at home.

Another furry entered Loona's room.

Loona sighed and sat back in her chair, a bit more wary of furries after the previous exchange. She muttered to herself, "Just what I need, more of these strange creatures wanting my attention."

Putting her phone on the table, she prepared herself for what seemed to be another weird interaction. "Why must I get these weirdos all the time," she said, rolling her eyes. She looked at the furry suspiciously and asked, "What do you need? Just in case, I’m out of poop."