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The Runaway

Summary:

A hiker comes across a mysterious young goth woman crying in the middle of the woods. In an effort to console her, he is only left with more questions about her origins and her past. After she falls and gets hurt on the mountain, with medical services being too far away, he carries her down and back to his cabin for her to recover.

Finally awake, she asks if she can stay with him for a long weekend, a desire to escape a home filled with drama and emotional distress. But what would normally be a romantic fantasy ends up being a bad dream of mystery and monsters. The hiker quickly realizes his house guest is the runaway from Hell.

Notes:

Trigger Warnings: The following story contains scenes of a sexual nature depicted in graphic detail, and includes acts of anal sex, oral sex (fellatio and cunnilingus), light bondage, forced oral sex and gagging (fellatio and cunnilingus), cream pies (anal and vaginal), rimming, slapping, and sex with an anthropomorphic canine. Reader Discretion is Advised

Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to any of the copyrighted characters mentioned herein. This story was made with the sole purpose of entertainment and is not intended to be taken seriously in any social, political, or religious context under any circumstances. As such, the actions and/or viewpoints expressed by the characters in this story do not automatically reflect the opinions of the author. This purely fictional tale is not intended to educate nor serve as any kind of moral example to follow by whomever consumes this type of content willingly. Helluva Boss and its characters belong to Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano and SpindleHorse Toons.

Note from the Author: This is my first ever novel, my first time writing romance, and my first time writing smut. My wife and a few of my female friends who are avid smut readers encouraged me to follow-through with writing this, and I am happy to share it with AO3. Please keep in mind that this was not professionally written nor edited, and it will show as much. This was written for fun, and will have some flow issues at times and could probably use a re-write at some point. But, for now, I hope you all enjoy.

*UPDATE 6-8-2025*

Hey everyone, just a quick update on this work and the upcoming sequel...

I am on the homestretch of wrapping up the sequel to this novel, The Rebound. In preparation of uploading it, I've been slowly working through The Runaway to actually give it some proper editing and inflections. I've learned quite a bit since writing it and the sequel, and want my original piece to receive the love and attention it deserves to reflect this. As such, you may see some minor formatting inconsistencies between chapters as I slowly work through them one at a time to bring them up to snuff. As of tonight, June 8th, 2025, I have updated it through Chapter 6.

Thank you so much for your patience as I finish writing the upcoming sequel and work to polish up this piece. I can't begin to express my gratitude enough for all the members here who have taken the time to read, comment, and leave kudos on my work. I wasn't even originally planning on writing a sequel, not to mention one so close to the release of the first entry. The comments have been truly encouraging, and I never expected to get 100 views, never mind the nearly 1,500 at the time of this update.

Please stay tuned! The sequel is almost here!

*UPDATE 6-15-2025*

After roughly a week of editing both this and The Rebound, this work is *finally* polished to a more presentable state with format and inflection consistency to match the sequel. It's still not perfect, but it's about as perfect as I'm willing to get it. I hope you all continue to enjoy!

*UPDATE 7-28-2025*

The conclusion to this series, The Return, is officially underway and about eight chapters in at the time of writing this. I've also started using Instagram to a limited extent, so if anyone would like to chat about my works or just shoot the shit, feel free to drop me a line. My username is the same as here, just let me know you're from AO3!

Chapter Text

Fall in the Catskills is always a refreshing and vibrant time of year. The colors of autumn paint trees in a cascade of orange and red hues and the crisp fall air provides relief from the hot and humid days of the preceding summer season. I would not use the term “magical”, simply to avoid sounding like the pretentious leaf peepers that invade from the City on an annual basis, but if you have been out in the woods during that time of year then you know it is an experience unlike anything else.

     It was on one of those perfect fall days that I met… her. Our connection was purely by chance, some insane cosmic coincidence; it could have been literally anyone else hiking on that part of the mountain that day being in the right spot at the right time. And yet it was I who came across the strange young woman perched on the rocky overlook, crying as she peered out into the distance and looking for answers. It would be from a coffee cup of all things that I learned this woman’s name was Loona, and she was far different than any woman I or anyone else on this Earth has ever met.

     On nice days after work, I often enjoy hiking up one of the smaller local mountains. It is out of the way enough so that mostly only locals know about it, yet close enough that it didn’t take long to drive there. The trailhead offered plentiful parking off a paved road and the trail itself was regularly well-maintained. Not having to pay for a gym membership or deal with people at the gym was the major selling point, providing me a pleasant way to stay in shape and enjoy the scenery in the nicer weather.

     It was a Friday during late October, and I had just pulled into the trailhead parking area with my small SUV. As I exited my vehicle I took a deep inhale of the autumn air. A pleasant mix of cool, crisp, and almost smokey air graced my senses, along with a hint of mulch and dead leaves. The heat of summer was totally gone by now, with most mornings seeing frost on the ground, and during dawn and dusk you could just start to make out your breath in the air in front of you.

     I walked around to the back door of my car and grabbed my small hiking pack. It was not meant for a lengthy journey and only held a couple of bottles of water, tick spray, and some granola bars in the event I got snacky during my trek. Closing the rear door and hitting the lock button on my key fob, I hooked my keys to my belt loop. While not exactly as wild as the Adirondacks to the north, the Catskills still had plenty of wildlife and the jingle of the keys was a good way to alert not only other hikers to your presence but to keep bears and potential predatory creatures at bay.

     Looking up at the trail from the parking area, I took a moment to scan the woods and the scenery before being enveloped by it. Most of the leaves were either starting to drop or had already shed, and you could hear squirrels and other animals skittering across the dead foliage on the forest floor. I frowned for a moment at the thought of the gray “blahs” of winter being not far away, then proceeded to make my way onto the trail.

     The hike became more and more quiet the further along I went. There were no other cars in the lot, and even the wildlife became eerily still aside from the occasional chipmunk running into a tree and bird chirping overhead. There was a slight breeze blowing through the remaining leaves in the trees, they themselves quietly creaking and swaying gently in the wind.

     After an hour, I reached the overlook at the summit and sat down on a taller rock to catch my breath and survey the world around me. The sun was just starting to set, taking with it the blue sky and scattered white clouds as day transitioned into dusk. Basking in the golden glow of the receding sunlight, I pulled out a bottle of water and took a sip. By now the water was room temperature, but I didn’t mind; up here in peace, the only thing to remind me of civilization was the low drone of a prop plane passing nearby.

     ‘Surprising,’ I thought, ‘that no one else would be up here on such a pleasant evening.’

     I took another swig of my water and screwed the cap back down before starting the return hike. It was going to get dark soon if I wasn’t mindful of my timing, and I did not want to hike down the steeper parts of the trail with only the flashlight of a cellphone to guide me. As I began my journey back down the mountain, something strange caught my ear…