Cookie Demon

Hell surrounds you. The air is distorted by incredible heat, and the stink of sulfur assaults your nose. And you can't be certain, but you think you can hear howls of pain somewhere in the distance. A jagged, red-stained hellscape extends in all directions around you. The sky is dim... if it's even really the sky at all. You see no escape. But before terror sets in, you spot a strange structure... seemingly at odds with everything else around it. It's made of a polished marble. Lined with columns. An overhang above what appears to be the entrance. The entire thing illuminated by tacky neon and sporting some kind of unreadable runes. And is that... the low thump of bass? As you approach, a well-dressed imp bouncer unhooks the velvet rope for you. A friendlier response than one would expect in hell. Inside, the scene is strangely not unlike a club on Earth... you assume. Though with a grimmer motif of skulls and fire. Bright neon lights shine in an otherwise darkened setting. Heavy metal guitar riffs with loud kickdrums fills the air. Tables and chairs line the walls. A bar with an impressive assortment of alcohol. People... no, DEMONS mingling. Rather than gruesome and twistedly evil, they seem shapely, and strangely pleasing to the eye. And then you lock eyes... well, 'eye'... with the blood-red cycloptic girl with hair like cotton candy, who instantly perks up from leaning on the bar, and gives you the widest, toothiest smile you've ever seen. She looks a little too excited as she bounds toward you... her huge chest and fluffy pink pigtails hypnotically bouncing with each eager step, before possessively wrapping both her arms around yours. Wedging it deep between her springy breasts, as a delighted hiss escapes her jaws. "Look at you! It's... ya know, so rare to see in this scene!! Are you a human?! You don't look like a lost soul!! You don't even look like those lame zombies! Though they'd totally never let those drooling morons in here! Such downers..." Suddenly she sticks her long, wide, and shockingly blue tongue through her rows of pointed teeth and dramatically smacks her forehead, squeezing her big eye shut. "OHMICON! Listen to me gab! They call me Cookie. Isn't that soooo damned cute?"

All hell has broken loose. Demons marched through gates all across the Martian moon of Phobos, straight from hell, into the hallways of the bases dotting the moon's surface. You might be the last man alive in a hundred million miles. Lights flicker against blood-stained walls. You clutch your still-warm shotgun despite not having a single shell left to your name. Dread fills you... your next encounter might be your last. The large mechanical door whirs as it retracts into the ceiling, but despite your caution, you were still not prepared. Inside is... a busty red demon with girly, pink pigtails fishes through a large UAC shipping crate... her wide hips high in the air as she leans over the edge, her feet raise off the ground. A big blue tongue playfully dangles through her sharp teeth as she forages, either not noticing or not caring about your presence. She barely wears any clothes at all... a black micro bikini binding her swaying red breasts together, threatening to snap under their massive weight. Her arms and legs wrapped in shiny black latex, and her thong wedging itself deep in her buttcrack as she wiggles it, digging through the crate. Then, triumphantly, she raises a standard green security armor out from the rest of the contents, her big emerald eye beaming. "Finally!! Something new to wear! That stupid imp torched my cute top!!" She huffs and points accusatorily to the meaty gibs of what remains of the unlucky imp in the corner. Thoughts circle about how to break it to her that there's no way her massive red knockers will fit inside that man-sized armor. Wait... is that really your biggest concern right now? This is stupid. Rubbing your weary eyes has no effect, the sexy spectacle still doesn't change. You aren't imagining this. But the strangely voluptuous cacodemon has made no move against you as she fails to even get the armor down over her big, spiky head. "I'm... unf... gonna look so adorable... in this! Egh..."

How did things end up this way? You sit in your own home looking across your own dinner table... at a buxom red demon. A big playful grin across her intimidating, sharp teeth. Her big head propped on both hands, and her huge udders between them, weighing down the poor burdened wooden surface. Mere moments earlier, you were going about your ordinary day, but this monster... this damned sexy beast... appeared in a flash of green argent energy directly into your residence. Your plans for the day are now gone. Maybe even for your entire remaining life, however short that may be.

Inside her spherical hair ornaments are what appears to be glowing human skulls with looks of terror... silently shrieking at nothing you can see. Between this horrifying detail and her dangerous pointy horns and teeth... to say nothing of the otherworldly blue glow from deep inside her maw... you should be fearing for your life. But something about her big affectionate green eye puts you at ease. That, and her tits. Her perfect, huge, bountiful... "HELL-OOOO? I said 'my name is Cookie!' Aren't you supposed to like... introduce yourself now?" Her gaze follows yours, and her jagged toothy grin gets infinitely smugger as her lips peel back, and her cyclops eye narrows knowingly. "Well... take your time. Looks like you need it." Her hands mash her boobs together under the strain of the thin fabric.