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Here is the sequel to this little piece I had made some time ago. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63420852/
I like Hazbin Hotel. It's flawed, but the style, characters and even the songs are quite neat to look at...and at this point, well one can easily see I like Angel Dust the most. Guy has style and some of the best lines. So why not go and have him be featured with other themes I like?
This is the same artist as the last strip, Roger-MT , who drew this based on just a simple description. Pretty polyvalent, fast and cheap, he takes commissions and you ought to check it out. https://www.deviantart.com/roger-mt.....now-1252621572
This one, as opposed to the last, does have a very small story attached to it. It is a thematic little pseudo-sequel to the previous comic. Enjoy!
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HAZBIN HAREM
“Look, Angel, I know it's been, as you would say a trip since you found that lamp, but...”
Charlie Morningstar, princess of Hell, powerful figure, eternal optimist and a fervent believer in redemption and good, certainly had her hands full with her pet project. She did have allies with her, Vaggie her girlfriend being one and Alistor...well...he technically-sorta-kinda-maybe-maybe-not was with her alongside this endeavor? Mayhap? It was unclear. Yet she did have her own hopes about how everything about the afterlife could be upended with some good old can-do attitude, learning to trust, bond, love, friendship etcetera. She had faith!
But Angel Dust suddenly had immense magic powers and no qualms about using them.
“But, well, there is a thing about personal space, consent and understanding that with great power comes great responsibility...which is from Voltaire...or Spider-Man if you, y'know...” Charlie continued as the still very much self-indulgent Angel Dust looked at her with that keen little smile of her. Raised eyebrow, gold tooth visible, the kind of grin a trouble-maker would make and she couldn't quite entertain this notion. The one about trouble and the making thereof. “Husk didn't really want to wear that ensemble you put him up with and he's...worried about you. You had made a lot of progress here at the hotel, and-”
“You know what? I think you'd look so, so much better without the formal wear, that dinky old suit and with a nice sexy bedlah, babe~” Angel Dust replied, the short-deficit attention there, a result of new senses and possibilities opening up to him. Charlie and the others had tried to make him tell them what happened, with Husk being the one releasing him from that lamp. Something about a deal, some rubbing and then being told he'd look good as a slave. He figured it was kinky talk, it wasn't, then shenanigans...and now he had no proper legs save for a smoke tail with some bizarre will of its own, a harem outfit that showcased his midriff and chest fluff...and jewelry of gold because why not. “Yep, get on with the program! Everyone will be sexy in here, like in a porno but like so, so much better!”
And there did Charlie witness her red suit, her impeccable and professional outfit turned into something entirely different. Husk's ensemble had been a bit garrish, even not quite befitting his own color preferences. Purple and red weren't the kind of shades and tones that really brought up his smile...when it occurred about once every full moon or so. Yet Angel had done so with a flick of his fingers and here he did the same, puffing away fabric to replace what Charlie wore with satin and silk...and a bit of an airdraft now that she was a little more...exposed.
“Angel...what gives?!” Charlie responded, the smoke clearing as he did respect the colors this time, but certainly not the style. A crimson and thin top, hip lines made of gold attached to a black piece of underwear, themselves latching onto deep red pantaloons. Golden cuffs, a choker of the same material, ringlets to attach her hair in a makeshift mixture of ponytail and braid, all of it with curved slippers to make the whole thing come together. She had to see it coming, yet her own belief in other's better selves did sometimes make her a bit naive. Not so much a fault than setting herself up for the occasional disappointment. “Aw, come on! You could do so much more than change outfits. You have magical powers now! Yes, you made it up with Husk, but you can't just-”
“Charlie?” a voice came close, one that wasn't usually filled with surprise and hesitation. Not the first to interrupt the princess, this one was much more often respectful, downright loving even as Vaggie had arrived when Charlie raised her voice, which was a very rare kind of event. What greeted the ex-angel was perhaps the most adorable and yet also sexy sight she had ever been granted to witness, her girlfriend wearing an outfit that was indescribable in how efficient it was in terms of seduction and endearment. “Oh...oh my...”
“It's not what it looks like. Angel did that on his own and-” Charlie responded, embarrassed as this very much wasn't her own demand or initiative. Yet as was the custom in these last few minutes, the daughter of the Morningstar was reduced to silence and yet by something much more pleasant: a kiss. Hungry, desirous, it shocked her for a moment and then set aside any dumbfoundedness to zero. It certainly had awakened something within Vaggie which stirred deep. She had ever been the most loyal and amorous kind of lover, but this was downright passionate and Charlie...well...she did not mind seeing that side right now.
“You and me. Alone. In our room,” was all that Vaggie said as she was much more often the stick-in-the-mud in this entire ensemble of outcasts and weirdos. She wasn't always quite on the same page as Angel Dust, she was wary of others and their intentions...yet right now she did turn halfway so that Charlie would be looking elsewhere while Vaggie looked at the djinnified Angel with a stern gaze. “We will talk about this later...(but thank you...)”
That last part was whispered as Angel Dust chuckled, those powers being exceptional. What he did lack in imagination for the moment he certainly made up with results, for Husk had been very present as his master currently. It was a nice change of pace to be owned by someone other than Valentino and he was permissive...perhaps a little too much. It did allow for Angel Dust to do some stuff like this as he saw Charlie and Vaggie turn the corner, the latter possessed by an energy that he could only describe as the horniest in the whole universe. He liked what he saw...
And couldn't wait to do it some more with others eventually~
Here is the sequel to this little piece I had made some time ago. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63420852/
I like Hazbin Hotel. It's flawed, but the style, characters and even the songs are quite neat to look at...and at this point, well one can easily see I like Angel Dust the most. Guy has style and some of the best lines. So why not go and have him be featured with other themes I like?
This is the same artist as the last strip, Roger-MT , who drew this based on just a simple description. Pretty polyvalent, fast and cheap, he takes commissions and you ought to check it out. https://www.deviantart.com/roger-mt.....now-1252621572
This one, as opposed to the last, does have a very small story attached to it. It is a thematic little pseudo-sequel to the previous comic. Enjoy!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
HAZBIN HAREM
“Look, Angel, I know it's been, as you would say a trip since you found that lamp, but...”
Charlie Morningstar, princess of Hell, powerful figure, eternal optimist and a fervent believer in redemption and good, certainly had her hands full with her pet project. She did have allies with her, Vaggie her girlfriend being one and Alistor...well...he technically-sorta-kinda-maybe-maybe-not was with her alongside this endeavor? Mayhap? It was unclear. Yet she did have her own hopes about how everything about the afterlife could be upended with some good old can-do attitude, learning to trust, bond, love, friendship etcetera. She had faith!
But Angel Dust suddenly had immense magic powers and no qualms about using them.
“But, well, there is a thing about personal space, consent and understanding that with great power comes great responsibility...which is from Voltaire...or Spider-Man if you, y'know...” Charlie continued as the still very much self-indulgent Angel Dust looked at her with that keen little smile of her. Raised eyebrow, gold tooth visible, the kind of grin a trouble-maker would make and she couldn't quite entertain this notion. The one about trouble and the making thereof. “Husk didn't really want to wear that ensemble you put him up with and he's...worried about you. You had made a lot of progress here at the hotel, and-”
“You know what? I think you'd look so, so much better without the formal wear, that dinky old suit and with a nice sexy bedlah, babe~” Angel Dust replied, the short-deficit attention there, a result of new senses and possibilities opening up to him. Charlie and the others had tried to make him tell them what happened, with Husk being the one releasing him from that lamp. Something about a deal, some rubbing and then being told he'd look good as a slave. He figured it was kinky talk, it wasn't, then shenanigans...and now he had no proper legs save for a smoke tail with some bizarre will of its own, a harem outfit that showcased his midriff and chest fluff...and jewelry of gold because why not. “Yep, get on with the program! Everyone will be sexy in here, like in a porno but like so, so much better!”
And there did Charlie witness her red suit, her impeccable and professional outfit turned into something entirely different. Husk's ensemble had been a bit garrish, even not quite befitting his own color preferences. Purple and red weren't the kind of shades and tones that really brought up his smile...when it occurred about once every full moon or so. Yet Angel had done so with a flick of his fingers and here he did the same, puffing away fabric to replace what Charlie wore with satin and silk...and a bit of an airdraft now that she was a little more...exposed.
“Angel...what gives?!” Charlie responded, the smoke clearing as he did respect the colors this time, but certainly not the style. A crimson and thin top, hip lines made of gold attached to a black piece of underwear, themselves latching onto deep red pantaloons. Golden cuffs, a choker of the same material, ringlets to attach her hair in a makeshift mixture of ponytail and braid, all of it with curved slippers to make the whole thing come together. She had to see it coming, yet her own belief in other's better selves did sometimes make her a bit naive. Not so much a fault than setting herself up for the occasional disappointment. “Aw, come on! You could do so much more than change outfits. You have magical powers now! Yes, you made it up with Husk, but you can't just-”
“Charlie?” a voice came close, one that wasn't usually filled with surprise and hesitation. Not the first to interrupt the princess, this one was much more often respectful, downright loving even as Vaggie had arrived when Charlie raised her voice, which was a very rare kind of event. What greeted the ex-angel was perhaps the most adorable and yet also sexy sight she had ever been granted to witness, her girlfriend wearing an outfit that was indescribable in how efficient it was in terms of seduction and endearment. “Oh...oh my...”
“It's not what it looks like. Angel did that on his own and-” Charlie responded, embarrassed as this very much wasn't her own demand or initiative. Yet as was the custom in these last few minutes, the daughter of the Morningstar was reduced to silence and yet by something much more pleasant: a kiss. Hungry, desirous, it shocked her for a moment and then set aside any dumbfoundedness to zero. It certainly had awakened something within Vaggie which stirred deep. She had ever been the most loyal and amorous kind of lover, but this was downright passionate and Charlie...well...she did not mind seeing that side right now.
“You and me. Alone. In our room,” was all that Vaggie said as she was much more often the stick-in-the-mud in this entire ensemble of outcasts and weirdos. She wasn't always quite on the same page as Angel Dust, she was wary of others and their intentions...yet right now she did turn halfway so that Charlie would be looking elsewhere while Vaggie looked at the djinnified Angel with a stern gaze. “We will talk about this later...(but thank you...)”
That last part was whispered as Angel Dust chuckled, those powers being exceptional. What he did lack in imagination for the moment he certainly made up with results, for Husk had been very present as his master currently. It was a nice change of pace to be owned by someone other than Valentino and he was permissive...perhaps a little too much. It did allow for Angel Dust to do some stuff like this as he saw Charlie and Vaggie turn the corner, the latter possessed by an energy that he could only describe as the horniest in the whole universe. He liked what he saw...
And couldn't wait to do it some more with others eventually~
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Comics
Species Demon
Size 1692 x 2177px
File Size 1.05 MB
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