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Public transport in Hell was overpriced, took the timetable as a suggestion, smelled of urine if you were lucky, had at least one stabby drug addict at the back of any bus or coach class train carriage, were plagued with pickpockets and molesters, and any vehicle that had charging sockets was lucky to have at least one working at a time. This confused many sinners as it was generally a better service than they'd ever seen on Earth.

However, sitting on a faintly piss-scented train to Pentagram City, it merely served in Loona's case as further justification for trying to get this side gig, and ultimately, her own car. Relying on Blitzo's van was simply not going to work out since when he wasn't using it there was a strong risk he'd try to drive her wherever she was going, and almost certainly embarrass her.

A raise at I.M.P was out. She'd checked the books herself, and as much as it pained her to admit it, Moxxie hadn't made a single mistake or error in it. And while in broad terms that was probably a good thing given the Infernal Revenue Service could and frequently did collect any tax arrears in harvested organs, it showed that the company simply didn't have much capacity to get her a raise or ask Blitzo for cash.

It was either robbing someone (will probably backfire), stealing a car (also prone to backfiring), or a second job. Not that a second job would really do a whole lot. Sure, a few extra Souls a week might speed it up but she'd need a couple thousand or so maybe. It was going to take a while.

Add on the fact that this was Hell, and the job market was awful. A shitty job as a waitress? Nope. Some dumb call centre thing? She already answered phones. Sometimes. Whatever stupid flowery elaborate title some coffee shop had instead of 'minimum wage moron that presses buttons on the machine'? Nope.

And the biggest slice of the market, sex work ,was a waste of time. Blitzo finding out would result in chaos even if he wasn't her real dad, but the real problem was, the Pimps and Hookers Union. That guild of whores and whoremongers looked down their canes and strap-ons at part time workers, and charged ludicrous fees to newcomers for the first year. Oh, and frankly the Hellhound side of the market was oversaturated, so she had nothing to really offer, and she wasn't that desperate for a car to just be another cheap bitch in the literal flood of them.

Then again, it was another bitch that had been her solution: Vortex's girlfriend. Sure, she was still slightly jealous of the other Hellhound... even more so when she'd actually met her and Good Satan she was hot so no wonder Vortex was dating her, but bottom line was, she was actually a pretty fun gal to hang around with and threw some great parties. And it was her that had steered Loona to an artist in Pentagram City looking for models.

But precisely how this artist worked seemed.... Kinda strange. For a start, they weren't just some pornographer which seemed strange enough for Pentagram especially and Hell in general, but a sculptor.

First, was the fact this sculptor was a minor Goetia. The daughter of a President, who was apparently a Dove rather than an Owl like Stolas and Octavia. (Loona wasn't sure what Stella was meant to be and frankly didn't really care), and apparently that put her on the bottom of the Goetia pecking order.... Which wasn't as big a pun as you'd think since many of them weren't actually birds, but hey.

But apparently, this very minor noble made her statues by.... Petrifying her models and doing some kind of duplication thing to make a copy of the petrified model. And despite Vortex's girl saying she'd worked with the sculptor in the past, that it was safe, and even showing photos of herself posing, well, Loona did have a few concerns. As far as she had been aware until then, that had been kind of one-way.

Sure, Vortex's girlfriend had even shown photos of herself 'modelling', a statue clearly of her with a mirror image. And she seemed pretty mobile and not eternally trapped in stone. And a text sent off to Octavia had the teenage owl confirm that it was reversible, and that weaker gazes even wore off over time.

" If I do it, it will only last about a week, but I think my dad's is basically permanent unless he decides otherwise or someone else has a cure. Think my mother can do it too, " Octavia's message had said, which made some of the artwork in the mansion gardens of scared looking statues become a good deal creepier but she tried to ignore that fact.

Still, she did have that tiny little voice in her mind worrying this could be some trick in the end and that she'd be spending eternity gathering dust in a mad noble's collection, rather than saving up for a car. But then again it would in a darkly roundabout way have solved the issue so....

Her daydreaming was interrupted by the tinny announcement system crackling to life, and the screech of brakes as the train slowed down.

" Now approaching Pentagram Central, change for some other bunch of shitholes or if you're getting off, get the fuck off the train, especially if your ticket isn't valid past here. We still throw you off while it's moving, assholes, " the typically enthusiastic driver announced.

Loona stood and joined the small crowd moving to leave, reached back to break the wrist of the guy that grabbed her ass and left the train. Outside the station she began following directions on her phone to her possible employer's studio, which inconveniently for possible cameos, was about five blocks away from the Happy Hotel.

Knocking on the door, she waited a moment. The door opened, and she had her first look at the sculptor/minor Goetia.

The demon before her was tall, and had grey feathers, as well as reddish-orange eyes. She wore a rather plain white dress, leaving her neck exposed, where her feathers seemed to be an almost metallic blue-green. Loona realised the 'dove' in question she resembled was actually a rock dove. It was fitting, given her apparent profession, and also, considering she was apparently a low level Goetia, it did make some sense the one before her was, well, a pigeon.

"Uh, hi, is this Lady Hecuba's studio?" Loona asked.

"Yes, it is, and that's me. You must be Loona? Do come in. I trust a few things were explained to you by our mutual acquaintance?"

"Well, yeah, she told me a little and showed me some pics from when she worked for you...."

Lady Hecuba nodded, and beckoned Loona to come in.

"Oh, and please just call me Hecuba, the title's almost as meaningless as one of those square foot plots of land in Greed. Though at least I didn't waste a hundred Souls on it," She chuckled, as the two went inside.

The doorway led to a small hallway, and Loona noted a few shapes in the area as Hecuba spoke, statues marked with tags for shipment. Being a Hellhound her nose and ears also delivered considerable sensory input too, a scent of bleach and antibacterial cleaners wafting from another room but the general scent was of a fairly mild potpourri and the subtle perfume of Hecuba. Soundwise, the only noises she could really here was a ticking clock somewhere and a faint sound of an air conditioner running cool air through the vent shafts.

"Yes, she and her boyfriend are good models. A pity they're so busy just now, I'd love to have them pose for me again. Why, this one here will be shipping out soon, sold for quite a stack of Souls...."

Loona blinked in surprise at seeing the statue Hecuba meant. It was of a pale marble material, and it depicted two hellhounds. Vortex and his Girl. Both nude, though her view of Vortex's junk was kind of obscured given his statue-duplicate was presently balls deep knotted in the stone copy of his girlfriend.

"Holy shit...." Loona couldn't help but comment, not entirely sure which half of the statue to stare at most, chiselled hellhound abs or statuesque tits.

Trying to look away from it wasn't much help as the choice were either the door, or other statues, amongst which the least horny was a lounging succubus spreading her legs. Fortunately, she found an excuse to tear her eyes away from the 'art' when the artist herself spoke up.

"You wouldn't happen to have a boyfriend or girlfriend of your own, by the way? Couple statues sell very well, there's a few collectors interested in them. A bit less artistic and more pornographic perhaps, but well, this is Pentagram. " Hecuba mused.

"No, sorry, I'm single...."

"Shame. Still, I'm sure a pretty girl like yourself will find someone sooner or later. And if you happen to know any other couples that might be sent my way I can give you a finder's fee."

"Well.... I work with a pair of married imps, that's about it," Loona shrugged

"Hmm, well, perhaps you can try to pass on an offer, I really could use more Imp models either way. Anyway, less talk of others and more on why you're here. I trust you were told of the... side effects of my creative process?"

Loona nodded.

"I was told you basically petrify your model, then make a copy of them with a different spell, and it kinda causes your model to get horny while they're copied."

"Yes, more or less, though there's been more than one occasion where the result upon turning back to flesh had them come back to life in a rather different way. Basically I have a mop handy and try to make sure any penises have condoms on them. And stay out of the line of fire just in case...."

After that rather nonchalant explanation, Hecuba led Loona away into another room, which seemed to be the studio. The centre of the room was occupied by a pedestal beside a pile of random rocks, plus a cart that seemed to have bags of gravel and a few more boulders. A few lights pointed towards the pedestal and there was a cloth background behind it, presumably to aid the two cameras on tripods in taking imagery. Apart from that there was just a dressing room screen in one corner, and a mop and bucket in another. The floor itself was just a bare linoleum type thing, presumably wipe clean given the need for the mop. The bleachy-cleaner smell seemed strongest here, but it wasn't exactly fresh, maybe a day or two since it had been used.

"Now, how it works is pretty simple, I can manipulate actual rocks and shift their material and shape, fuse them together and so on. But to get them into the form of a statue, I need a reference, and ideally a reference with life force in it, as I can use my sensitivity to magical auras to speed the process up a bit. If I make a copy of that living statue, then things just go much faster. Trying to build something from nothing but imagination takes days. This takes a few hours at most."

Loona wasn't really sure what to say at that, mostly because she wasn't exactly sure about the whole aura thing. She'd just thought Hellborns had some inherent magical powers, some stronger than others, Sinners had them too, and that was about it

"....I suppose it's probably not all that important how it works to you come to think of it. What will matter is it'll be for about three or four hours tops and I pay my models at least a hundred, variable bonuses for certain different things. Won't apply today I'm afraid, the client's just after a few basic nudes. Though if you do model for me once odds are someone may seek something specific for you to pose in down the line if you're available. I can send you an email with more information later, that is, assuming you're still interested in posing?"

A hundred just for one day? Cool, that was like half her wage from I.M.P for a week....

"I don't see any problems on my end, but I've got a day job as a receptionist so I won't be available at super short notice," She responded.

Hecuba nodded.

"Excellent. I can be flexible around main jobs, goodness knows most of my roster aren't full time as it is. To be brutally honest you're the kind of model I could use more of, many of the rest do their side work in actual porn so they keep... modifying themselves, shifting away from their natural beauties to meet the standards of others, " Hecuba shuddered.

"Getting your claws done doesn't count, does it?"

"Not at all, that's just maintenance, not modification. It's not like you're getting pouty lips or whatever silly fad surgery the succubi are into. Now.... Would you like to start today, earn a bit of cash now? As I say I have a client with flexible requirements, he just needs at least one statue of a pretty Hellhound, nothing too elaborate."

"Sure. What do you need me to do?" Loona asked.

"Well, to be blunt, go behind the screen, take your clothes off and I'll figure out a pose. Trust me, it's probably for the best, with the side effects any clothing a statue wears will probably need a wash afterwards, just saying...."

Loona nodded, heading behind the screen. She found a few hangars and coathooks. She began stripping rather unceremoniously, hanging items up as she went, looping the stockings and gloves up beside her shirt and hanging her bra up with her shorts, plus her thong. She paused a little seeing her fairly plain black underwear on the hangar alongside her everyday outfit. She'd not even put much effort into it today and that somehow was just what Hecuba was looking for, something natural?

' Come to think of it I've never really had to dress up for a job at all have I? Blitzo doesn't give a shit what I show up to work with and wearing clothes in this gig seems like it's not going to be happening much at all.... '

And a little mental voice was reminding her she was lucky. Blitzo was clingy, sure, but she had a roof over her head and a bed to herself, a fairly stable job, and no need to demean herself as a plaything or guard dog like far too many other Hellhounds.

Before she could spiral into some self loathing, she dismissed the thoughts and walked out from behind the screen, not too worried about being in the fur, though the little voice did remind her she was walking out naked in front of nobility, even very low down nobility. Other little voices spoke up and told that one to shut the fuck up, a process they repeated when another wondered if all these voices might have been a sign of some kind of schizophrenic multiple personality thing.

Hecuba for her part simply gave her a quick glance over, thankfully not the petrifying kind yet, as Loona was pretty sure she wasn't in a flattering pose at all.

"Ah yes, just the right kind of figure... Oh, I almost forgot, can you perform a human disguise? Some clients ask for human statues sometimes, if you can do that I pay a bonus if we use it."

"Really?" Loona shrugged and shifted into her human form, which was just as naked as her real self.

She had shifted from grey fur, with pink nipples poking out from her breasts, to an expanse of pale bald peachy flesh. She thought that her human form looked pretty weird but apparently it worked out fine on actual humans if past experiences were any hint.

"I mean, to each their own I guess, I don't really see the appeal of it, there's only fur on my hea... wait, there's some on my crotch too? Huh, never noticed that before...."

She looked down in some confusion at the small patch of grey fur around her pelvis, a little weirded out by the odd shape of her vagina as a human as well, especially since it seemed less hidden even with remaining fur around it and a good bit pinker. She also became quite a bit more aware of her lack of tail, wondering if her hellhound butt was that big beneath the big fluffy bitch on an appendage hanging off her normal-form ass....

"Yes, they're such strange creatures, humans. Apparently a lot of them just shave that bit off. Seems silly to me...."

"Why would you remove fur?" Loona was also baffled.

"Beats me. Now I think I have an idea...."

Loona reverted to normal, glad as usual to have fur again, and moved towards the pedestal.

"All the talk of modification and simplicity gave me something of an idea, to just go for a more basic pose and let your looks do the rest. Oh, and just so you know the cameras only really get used at the end to take photos of the original and copy together so to speak," Hecuba said.

"So no before and after or filming the process?"

Hecuba shook her head.

"Tried it at first but it just attracted people thinking it was porn. I try to let the art talk. I can give you a photo of yourself beside the statue before you revert though."

Hecuba helped Loona climb onto the pedestal, facing the pile of assorted rocks, and a puzzled look crossed her face.

"Strange, your magical aura.... It seems like it's been exposed to some Goetian magic before."

' The Grimoire... ' She realised.

But saying the truth may not be a good plan. She had no idea if Hecuba would feel inclined to report the secret of how the I.M.P operated....

"Oh, uh, the company I work with at my main job, the boss also does some stuff for Prince Stolas so he's around every few weeks... And I kinda hang out with his daughter sometimes," Loona decided to try and explain with a small lie of omission.

"Ah, that explains it, Hellhounds can absorb a lot of excess magic, and higher level demons like him and Octavia positively leak it out. Honestly, tricky to stay in the same room with them sometimes if you're sensitive like me, it's like their very presence is shouting. But this is good, actually, with that lingering magic I may get some more detail out of the statue. Worth some more Souls as a bonus..."

"Really? Cool, didn't realise that," Loona shrugged.

"Now, the pose. Just something casual I think, try to let natural effects bring out the art, not forcing it...."

Loona leaned nonchalant, making her face into an almost bored expression, letting her tail hang loose, one hand on her hip.

"Yes, that should do it!"

"So, uh.... You do the statue thing now?"

"Yes, I trust you had some explanation about what it's like? Try to keep that pose and expression, it's fine if you flinch a little. Just keep your eyes open and try to hold still, we can always reverse and try again."

"Alright," Loona said, trying to hold her pose as Hecuba locked eyes with her, and the lower-ranked Goetia's gaze glowed a faint red.

Loona felt she did okay not reacting too much, holding her eyes open, not flinching, but she was feeling a coldness spreading all over. She found herself trying to move, but she could not. She tried to blink and her eyelids stayed still, she couldn't look away.

She knew things were safe, that she wasn't in any danger, but some little instinct had her feeling a little panic as the chill spread, as her body felt heavy, stiff, rigid. Her tail felt like it weighed a ton, not a single muscle could even twitch, and then her vision began fading from red into blackness, the light of the room and Hecuba's gaze fading awa-

Hecuba released her power, eyes returning to the non-glowing red, and studied the statue her gaze had temporarily made. Loona's fur had shifted to a monotone grey, darker than her lighter spots and lighter than her darker patches. She'd held her pose to perfection, keeping her eyes open and not flinching... or if she had, she'd been too petrified to do anything by the time she'd tried.

"Well, you'll certainly fit the bill the client wanted once I have a duplicate made," Hecuba mused, knowing full well her model was now in a state of stony unconsciousness for the moment.

She reached a hand into the piles of rocks on one side, and another out to touch Loona's stone ankle. As her other powers activated, a faint glow spread around Loona's petrified form, as well as around the pile of assorted rocks that would soon become a duplicate of her.

And as the energy washed into her, Loona began to awaken slightly. It felt like a half-awake sensation at first, and her sight seemed slightly darkened. She also realised her hearing was muffled, like her ears were full of sand, and there was no trace of any scent or taste. She could however feel the energy spreading in her, like a faint vibration across her stone form, like something gently massaging every inch of her petrified form. It felt a little ticklish in some spots at first but slowly it became relaxing, and then in some areas, arousing.

What she saw was Hecuba's head bowed down, but also the rocks ahead of her, the gravel and pebbles glowing and merging into other bigger rocks slowly. As the pile began shifting colours to pale marble and slowly rising up into a vaguely bipedal shape, the intensity of the massaging energy was also slowly growing. It felt now like gentle vibrations were focusing around her most sensitive spots, gentle buzzing around her nipples, at the base of her tail, between her legs....

' Ah, it really does make your start to feel horny.... ' Loona thought, as the pile rose up, as the vibrating sensation kept growing.

She was losing some track of time after a while, she figured maybe twenty minutes, and by now the pile was a cobblestone figure of a vaguely Hellhoundy shape, growing a tail and some other features slowly, shifting into a pose similar to the one she had.

She felt a little odd, as she realised she was very slowly being vibrated and massaged all over, feeling a growing arousal, while watching a statue form from the rocks. A statue of her. It felt a little narcissistic really....

The stone copy looked like a poorly detailed shape of her after another while, and the feeling was now almost certainly heading towards an orgasm. Loona was sure she'd be panting and gasping with delight if her body was capable of that. But her stone mouth stayed closed, her tongue did not loll out in aroused stupor, her eyes did not roll around in delightful bliss, her tail didn't wag in joy. She made no happy little yips and whisper-level howls of pleasure. And as excited as the massaging made her feel, her frozen pelvis was not flooding with the lubrication it would be if blood was flowing through it, if it was soft and warm flesh rather than cool rigid rock.

She wanted to try and move her paws, tease her solid nipples, tweak her aroused pussy.... But of course she could not. She could just watch, as a statue copy slowly formed, as her own stone self grew hornier and hornier without any means to move, to give herself a release she wanted.

' Agh, this could drive me mad if it went too long! '

Hecuba began glancing between copy and original, the duplicate in the lighter marble now looking about eighty or ninety percent identical to Loona. Fur patterns, her nipples, the shape of her tail, her eyes and snout slowly gaining more detail, though the eyes themselves were just blank orbs surrounded by growing stone eyelashes.

"Okay, Loona, we're nearly done, when I let go this might feel a bit abrupt. You'll be back to blackness pretty much instantly and then next thing you'll know, you'll be flesh again, and, well, probably feeling very good...."

' Yeah, I already am feeling good, actually.... I'm so close.... ' She practically whined inside her rocky mind.

And then Hecuba's touch left her ankle and-

-She groaned, felt her legs giving way as she shuddered, paws flying to her now contracting muscles between her legs, feeling hot arousal pouring out. She tried to not howl in delight, a few yips of joy escaping her snout as her eyes screwed tightly closed and her whole body trembled, back to life and having an intense orgasm almost the second she was alive again.

"Agh... Gha...." She said, instead of... whatever she had been trying to say, her mind had already lost whatever it had been as explosions of delight buried the statement in noise.

She couldn't form a sensible sentence for a moment. She was still wracked with the pleasure as she cracked her eyes open, breathing deeply, and feeling her cheeks warm with the joyful sensations and a little embarrassment from having had a mind blowing orgasm in front of Hecuba, even if she and her part-time boss both knew it was likely to happen.

She heard her own heart racing, smelled her own juices, and saw Hecuba standing there offering a towel and a blank expression free of any judgement or surprise.

"Here, to help you clean up a little, but I can let you have a real shower if you'd prefer."

"Think I might have to take that offer," Loona half-gasped as she finally seemed to be coming down from the orgasm.

"Alright. The shower room is just this way...."

***

Cleaned up, calmed down, dried off and redressed, Loona returned to the studio, Hecuba inspecting the copy, and she herself now became fully aware of it.

It was her, all right, but.... It somehow felt not her, because it wasn't. It was real rock, no life at all, just a copy. A mirror image in fact, the opposite arm on her hip, her tail the other way. And she realised it was incredibly detailed. She could almost make out individual strands of fur....

Oh, and it looked like her Hellhound butt wasn't as big as her human disguises seemed to be, nice to see it with her own eyes. Sort of.

"Quite a statue you helped make, Loona. That Goetian energy you picked up really helped the details, it's almost true to how you were petrified, maybe only a few percentage points off the accuracy. Ninety-seven or so identical, apart from fur being a little fused.... Well worth your fee. You've been here about four hours all told, that's four hundred, add on the bonus for going nude and how detailed the end result was... Double check it's six hundred for me?" Hecuba said, eyes more on the stone Loona, not the real one, as she handed over an envelope.

Loona took it almost on autopilot. Six hundred souls?! She'd been expecting a sixth of that, she hadn't realised Hecuba meant a hundred an hour! And she'd been here four? It barely felt like two. But sure enough the clock seemed to agree, and the envelope did hold six hundred. Two weeks pay from I.M.P, assuming of course it was a good week where things meant everyone got their full owed wages. Lots of clients, or Moxxie being useful and keeping Blitzo's pony purchasing in check so she didn't have to try especially since she never seemed to manage it....

(It wasn't because she couldn't resist the fact that it made him genuinely happy for a little while to have some new little pony toys, that it made her feel a bit less shitty herself to see him doing something maybe financially stupid but at least not completely self destructive like drinking or a shitload of drugs....)

Anyway, she'd been looking at something around the thousand and a half souls range, even if it was pushing towards seven figure miles, had double figure previous owners. She'd been expecting to save for about half a year or so. But if she could earn even a few hundred at a time posing for a few more statues, maybe she could get a used car that might have not rode to Heaven and back a dozen times for a small army of careless past drivers.

She'd still have to clean the insides carefully though, she remembered the horrifying scents that had once filled the van when Blitzo bought it four years ago. Not that it was a whole lot better now but at least it didn't smell like it had hosted a dozen orgies and twice as many murders.

"Loona?" Hecuba's voice interrupted her funk.

"Oh, uh, yeah, it's fine. Six hundred," She managed to not squeak.

"Excellent. Now, I'll send you those photos to your email but I can show you them here."

She held up her phone, and Loona saw two of her. A dark grey statue (her) and the lighter mirror image (the copy).

Other than colour and the reflection-shifting of posture, they seemed identical on the screen. Had she really looked like that?

"That was really me?" She blurted.

Hecuba gave a small smile.

"Yes, it was. Many models do seem a little shocked by just how good they looked in stone, I find. Some seem surprised after a dozen posings still. Speaking of which, would you be willing to pose again sometime later in the week, or next week? Whatever suits you.... Oh, and if you're interested you can maybe pose with another of my model roster, there's a good bonus for you both with that. We can hash out details later if you're wanting to try that...."

"Uh, yeah, later this week and next week should both be fine, I'll double check with my d....ay boss."

"Excellent! Though we may need to wait a bit for the pose with another model, I think letting you leech a little of Stolas's waste magic might help make it extra detailed for their copy too. Ah, and those married Imps you work with, can you pass them my card, just to see if maybe they're interested? I can give you a small finders fee, and I really do need more Imp models, I only have one...."

Loona nodded, trying not to think about the possibility of Fatty and the Old Woman 'posing' for a statue like Vortex and his girl. Especially since the mental image was weirdly hot.

"Sure, I'll let them know, but, uh, I would rather not work with them here as well if that's okay. Could be a little awkward at the day job...." She reasoned.

"Oh, certainly, I quite understand. Anyway, I shan't hold you up any longer, thank you for your time today, Loona, and I do hope we can work together again soon," Hecuba said.

And with that, Loona bid farewell, and headed out the studio, back to the train, and once more reminded precisely why she wanted her own car. And yet feeling so much closer to it, feeling so pleased with herself, she almost felt like ignoring the guy trying to fondle her tail when it was standing room only.

Almost. She reached back and a satisfying wet crack followed by a scream made her grin.