Neoma, the Queen of Moon Hell [Satina OC]

>be me, having been born on some moon base
>you were born under the intention of seeing how a human would develop in a completely Earth-free environment
>that doesn't matter anymore though, as your retard brother decided it would be a great idea to throw space rocks at each other on the moon to imitate throwing snowballs
>letting him watch those cartoon-riddled VHS tapes was a fucking mistake
>all air escapes your body as you dry into a human-shaped raisin
>apparently being a shitstain, you get sent to Hell
>your ass plops down into a circular room, right in front of an abnormally large throne(?) and a giant TV sitting right behind you
>...
>wowitsfuckingnothing.jpg
>you expected people to be chained up on the wall screaming in agonizing pain or something, but there's nobody here
>hell, there's nobody in that large chair there either
>heh, "hell"

>you hear the sound of footsteps getting louder and louder, accompanied by a feminine hum
>you freeze as you see an absolutely gigantic demoness walking into the room, recognizing said footsteps as hoofsteps
>well, you assume she's a demon anyway, if the red skin and horns weren't a dead giveaway
>a tired expression paints her face as she holds a gigantic bowl of popcorn
>she sits her slightly chubby form on her throne, reaching for the remote
>having grasped the remote, she looks at the TV only for her eyes to freeze onto yours
>her expression is immediately turned to that of surprise and disbelief
>"What. The shit."
>she swiftly stands up as her bowl of popcorn spills all over the floor
>you fall to the ground in both fear and imbalance as she runs over to you
>her face is very close to yours as her widening eyes gets a good look at you

>"eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE"
>she begins to do a little dance as she excitedly hops from hoof to hoof, shaking the ground and making you slightly bounce off the ground
>"Finally, my first actual prisoner of Hell! They said all I'd ever get was a bunch of rovers, but hohohoho they were WRONG! Take that, Lucia!"
>as if on cue, a bunch of rovers carry a gigantic platter towards the demoness with an equally large glass presumably filled with soda
>"No, not right now! You're ruining my moment here!"
>they appropriately move back to wherever they came as the demoness' attention is focused back to you
>"Okay, let's get this over with! Now where is that list..."
>she runs towards the left as she searches through god-knows-where
>you see her running back towards the chair, this time with a scroll in hand
>she sits down onto her throne, clearing her throat
>"Ah-HEM! You have been sent here in response to committing unforgivable crimes. I, Neoma, am here to judge you for your sins. Prepare for the consequences of your actions, mortal."
>she opens the scroll followed with a dramatic burst of flame
>you gulp as she prepares to list your unholy sins
>"..."
>"You... 'said the fuck word in 4th grade'? Th-that's it?"
>she continues looking at every corner of the scroll to find anything she might have missed to no avail
>"Huh, the standards for evil on the moon must be rather... low..."
>she appears to be sad, with said sadness now turning to pouting as she tosses the scroll to wherever as she pouts
>"ᴵ ᵈᵘnnᵒ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵒ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶦˢʰᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵗᵉʳnᶦᵗʸ ᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦnᵍ"
>she sniffles as she continues to mumble to herself
>"I really wanted to use the spiked coffin too, but not like... this. I want to do it on someone that deserves it, like Space Hitler or something..."
>you can see tears forming at the edge of her eyes

>just as you were about to ask where the kitchen is, Neoma's eyes turn to you as she sighs
>"Alright, c'mere..."
>your attempts at running away were worthless as she plucks you off of the ground with ease
>she grabs the bowl in her other hand, with it now having half the amount of popcorn as before
>she sits back into her glorified armchair, with you noticing her body slightly jiggle at the impact
>just as you begin to wonder how soft she actually is, she drops you on top of her pudgy belly
>"Alright, I think I've figured out your punishment."
>she turns on the TV with her remote with a sadistic grin, navigating a menu full of various movies
>"We're going to watch the most awful, mind-numbing films that I can possibly find to the point so that I can kill each and every single one of your brain cells to the point where you become comatose."
>oh fuck
>just when you thought you had enough of that shit on the moon
>she selects a movie before you can properly read the title
>it had 'Room' on the cover, you think
>noticing how soft her belly is, you begin to make yourself comfortable

>you're on Earth, now a kid for some reason as you throw snowballs at others
>everything looks beautiful, with the white snow making the whole environment look whiter than the moon
>you're having a blast, giggling as you begin to form a new ball— oh shit the moon
>you notice your retard brother throwing a snowball at you, hitting your face like a goddamn rock

>you wake up from your nightmare only to find yourself in another one
>identifying your surroundings, you notice that Neoma has fallen asleep as she loudly snores
>seeing this as an opportunity for escape, you begin to quietly tread over her belly
>you climb up the arm of the chair, noticing Neoma's hand lying in your way
>as you make your way around her hand, you notice that it begins to twitch
>you cautiously tread more lightly this time

>you look down and notice the other side of the chair's arm, grasping onto the fabric
>just as you're about to climb your way down, however, Neoma's arm begins to shift
>her hand opens and comes towards you at frightening speeds
>shutting your fat mouth so you don't scream and wake her up, she grabs you
>she brings you into contact with her face, nuzzling you as she mumbles in her sleep
>with a sleep-induced smile, Neoma leans her head towards the chair's arm as you're pressed between her cheek and her soft hand
>you feel her hot breath exhale from her nostrils as she continues to nuzzle you
>she stops nuzzling, letting a chill run down your spine at the sudden change of behavior
>"I..it...it's...'"
>she's trying to say something in her unconscious state
>suddenly, you're brought closer to her mouth
>"...it's time for your... punishment... prisoner..."
>muttering "oh shit" as she puckered up, you find yourself being pressed against her lips in a sloppy, wet, and uncoordinated kiss
>you're forced to feel each individual wrinkle of her lips press against your face and body
>you try to push yourself away from her mouth with your hands, but all that does is get yourself wet and messy
>is Hell here really that lonely?
"Ow, hey!"
>the pressure is actually starting to hurt a little, as soft as her face may be
>even pillows can hurt with enough force, after all

"HEY!"

>Neoma begins to slowly peak her eyes open as they begin to focus on you
>her face somehow becomes more red than it already is
>"Oh."
>her pupils shrink
>"oh shit oh shIT OH SHIT"
>she drops you, with her soft belly cushioning your fall
>looking upward after reorienting yourself, she appears to be looking at you with an absolutely flustered expression
>"Umm.... uhh....."
>she forces a smile across her face as she leans to the side
>"So... uh... how was the movie haha??? Man, Tommy was a terrible actor!!"
>she nervously stares at you with her forced smile for a solid ten seconds before she glances at her barren wrist
>"Ohwouldyoulookatthetime!!!! Haha wow I'm just sooooo tuckered out!!! Same thing tomorrow, right??"
>she picks you up and runs over to the corner of the room
>you noticed a you-sized cage dangling from the ceiling full of not very prison-esque items, such as a bed, a (private) restroom, a small TV, and other things you'd expect to find in an average room
>she opens the cage door and just tosses you in there, thankfully landing on the bed to prevent any bone fractures
>"Goodnight!!!!!"
>she locks the door and runs out of your sight
>...
>the fuck did you get yourself into

>apparently your cage is a little too resourceful, as you manage to break the hinges off the door using a hammer you found
>you hope the sound of it clattering onto the ground wasn't too loud
>there's a convenient rope ladder attached to the end of the door, as if this cage wasn't exactly intended to be for a hellish prison
>...you'll think about that later, 'escape' is the plan now
>now having reached the ground, you begin wondering around for an exit
>you spot a few rovers roaming around the area, probably serving as her security guards
>as you maneuver out of their sight, you spot a giant hallway
>you approach the hallway in your journey to find an exit to this literal hellhole

>this is taking a bit longer than you thought
>well, this isn't exactly a human-sized hallway, so you should've expected it to take considerably longer compared to Neoma's own speeds
>speak of the devil (haha you're so fucking hilarious), you begin to hear a muffled voice
>you immediately freeze, looking around and trying to locate the source of the noise
>oh yeah, it's only from the giant fucking door to the right of you
>you hear the sounds of Neoma sniffling from the entrance
>wait, is she... crying?
>no, she does not concern you. just keep moving and let her suffer in silence
>...
>god fucking dammit
>you quietly tread to the open door to take a peek and satisfy your curiosity

>she's curled up in a blanket on her bed, munching on a jumbo-sized bag of cheese puffs as comfort food
>she's talking to someone on her rectangular device
>with your knowledge on life off of the moon being mostly based off of some crappy movies that were filmed on Earth, you assume that it's a 'phone'
>you're able to hear the words coming from the 'phone', with the voice sounding mature and feminine
>>"Dammit, Neoma, I'm telling you that he made a mistake."
>"It was NOT! He appeared in MY domain! He's supposed to be mine!!"
>>"Look, just because you get lonely down there does not mean you get to keep whoever you want. No one sinned on the moon before, and Death did not keep that in mind when he detected his presence."
>Neoma opened her mouth as if to say something, but decided to keep it shut
>>"Your space robots give you plenty of company over there. You don't need anyone with a non-computed soul, especially one that clearly doesn't want to be there."
>Neoma takes the rest of the cheese puffs from her bag and stuffs it in her mouth
>>"Please... ugh, not over the phone."
>she gulps down the rest of her snack
>"S-sorry..."
>you hear a sigh over the phone
>>"Please do the right thing and send him back. You know it's not fair for him to be kept over there, okay?"
>"..."
>>"Okay?"
>"Yeah... okay."
>>"Alright, now get back to work."
>Neoma 'hangs up' her 'phone', followed up by her digging her face into her pillow and just wailing into it

>in your head, everything starts to click together
>her excitement once finding you
>her """punishment"""
>her getting a little too personal on the chair
>her attention to detail on making sure your cage has absolutely everything to make sure that you're both entertained and comfortable
>she doesn't want a prisoner as much as she wants... a friend
>oh shit, now you feel like a dick for breaking out of her well-kempt cage
>she built that just for you, asshole

>she gets up from her bed, indicating to you that you need to get the fuck out of the way
>you narrowly dodge her giant hoofsteps as she makes her way out the door
>she begins to walk towards where you came
>you look over as you see her approaching the vacant cage
>"Hey... mortal?"
>"..."
>"Oh shit oh shit oh shit!! MORTAL, WHERE IN HELL DID YOU GO????"
>she looks over to the ground, finding a broken metal door lying there
>"Jerry, where were you?? Your job is to watch over the gue— err, prisoners!"
>a rover, presumably Jerry, responds in a series of beeps
>you don't know understand a single sound coming from it, but you're pretty sure its response was something along the lines of "wait, we have prisoners?"
>she angrily breaks the cage off of its chain and throws it somewhere, destroying the furniture inside
>in defeat, she drops to her knees as she stares at the ground
>she sighs, sniffling to herself
>"Well fine then! I didn't need some smelly human anyway! I-I got my own friends, like George, Susan, Kelly, Kevin, Simon..."
>she looks over to the nearby rovers as she continues listing those names, with tears rolling down her eyes
>"...Jordan, Kyle, Mark..."
>against your better judgement, you begin to approach the overemotional mess of a demoness
>"...JERRY..."
>some doubt lingers in your mind about going through with this, but it's pretty clear at this point that she doesn't want to harm you
>"...Mike, Ronald, Andy, Kevin..."
>you're reminded on how long this hallway takes to walk through
>"...Saul, Raul, Paul, Saul number two..."
>you notice that her voice is starting to get quieter, with her speech devolving into mere mumbles to the point where you can't hear her anymore

>you finally approach her towering form
>you cup your hands as you get ready to yell
>do you really want to do this?
>...
>fine why not
>wow, that was a surprisingly quick decision
>Heaven, as great as it may be, will never give you a big-tittied demon woman with a heart of gold, after all
"Hey!"
>"ᴷᵉᵛᶦn nᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵗʷᵒ, ˢᶦᵐᵒn nᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵗʷᵒ, ᴶᵒʳᵈᵃn nᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵗʷᵒ..."

"HEY!"

>she jumps a little as her eyes shift towards you
>"M-mortal? Oh!"
>she stands up and straightens herself out as she clears her throat
>"I-it appears that there has been a mistake! Yes, it appears you were erroneously sent to Hell for unworthy crimes, but f-fear not! I now grant you access to the gates of Heaven! Now, *sniffle*, f-follow me as we—"
"Yeah, um, I actually want to stay."
>her jaw drops as her eyes open as wide as her face can allow
>she stares at you, unsure of what to say
>after a few seconds, a smile proceeds to creep up her face
>"YeahahaAHAAHAAHAHAHA!"
>she does her little dance again, which of course makes you fall to the ground once more
>she swiftly picks you up, bringing you up close to her face as she nuzzles you
>"Yes!!! Now I don't have to cancel our movie nights— err...
>her voice switches to the 'serious' tone you've heard her use before
>"...'Hell-mandated punishments'."
>she looks over to your broken cage, with regret now painting her face
>"Oh... um..."
>"Y-you wouldn't mind sleeping with me tonight, would you?"