Talk:Hellhound/@comment-27303410-20170416010457/@comment-30895326-20170416032500

My heart skips a beat. At first I was scared of her, but now, all I see is a grumpy looking Hellhound with her tail wagging madly.

So I don't stop. I keep rubbing. I keep scratching. I...don't want this to stop. All stories I've heard of Hellhounds was that they were ferocious, nasty monsters that didn't care any for the well being of their mate. But right now, all I see is a cute-looking Hellhound with the most content smile on her face.

I can't stop. I won't stop.

03:25, April 16, 2017 (UTC)

That was five years ago. We're now married and have a little girl on the way. My wife is the one who wears the pants in the house, but she shows affection in her own special way. My wife expecially loves it when I rub her pregnant belly while scratching behind her ear.

I hope my daughter is enjoying it too inside her moomy's tummy.