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If there was anyone in the world that was as certain of themselves as Aaron, it stood to reason that they weren't actually from the same world.

Ash wasn't extraterrestrial, but his time spent in the underworld gave him a very different perspective of the way things were, or how they should be: his confidence, therefore, never faltered when it was held against the standards of the living world above.

When he and Aaron sat together for a chat, it was the classic meeting between a pair of titans, with an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. Usually, that meant that someone else was getting caught in the crossfire, but this time around, Ash was more concerned with the wolf that summoned him, rather than the people that walked past them, completely unaware of his unique status.

"These trips up to the surface don't ever get boring for you?" Aaron asked, walking beside a literal hellhound as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. "I know it's a change of scenery and all that, but I can't imagine the living world is more exciting than the ways things are down below."

"If you ride a roller coaster a thousand times in a row, the one day you decide to try the tea cups instead could be the greatest thrill you've ever known," Ash explained. "Of course, those get boring after a while, too...you've gotta keep on finding ways to spice things up."

"And when you've got your run of targets on the surface..."

"Those are easy, though," Ash said, realizing he sounded like a bit of a braggart...but he also wasn't wrong. "I'm more interested in going after a bigger fish this time, so to speak; someone who would be just as happy to share the experience with me as they are to hear about it."

Aaron was just as boastful when it came to the ease that he could pick and choose his sexual partners from any given crowd, and he worked with just as much success as Ash, despite the different nature of their tactics.

What they had in common was the desire for a greater challenge, but there was no common ground between them when it came to who they had in mind to go after next.

"You know I'm more than happy to trade war stories with you all day and then some," Aaron confessed, his grin laced with the fond memories of their previous exchanges. "But...with all the abilities you have at your disposal, who could possibly be a challenge for you to bed?"

"I was thinking of hitting a little bit closer to home this time, actually."

"...You got family that you're gonna go after or something?"

Ash nearly doubled over with laughter. "Not that such a thing would be unheard of in the underworld, but no , that is not at all what I was getting at!"

"Then you've lost me, dude."

"There's plenty of easy targets out there for the both of us, but you've gotta admit that you're at least a little curious about what it's like to be me and do things the way that I do," Ash suggested. "You probably wouldn't keep on summoning me up here, otherwise."

Aaron shrugged. "You'd be shocked at how hard it is to find good company on the surface for something other than getting laid, and quite frankly, you qualify for that. As for your methods, well...does it really count as a method when you're basically just taking advantage of your abilities to get laid?"

"First off, I think that absolutely is a method, but second...you have no idea how convenient it is to literally be summoned for the purpose of getting laid."

"Pretty sure that's what a phone app is for, these days."

"Touche...but there's something really empowering about the idea of someone having to go to the trouble to literally pull you from the underworld to jump your bones," Ash continued pushing the concept, little by little. "I've got a feeling you'd love that kind of thing."

Aaron's shrug was surprisingly dismissive. "Sometimes it's nice to cut to the chase or skip the foreplay and all that, but...I think I like the thrill of the chase a bit too much to give it up entirely."

"Wouldn't want to try it even once?"

Ash couldn't have much of an innocent smile, being a hellhound. He was giving it his best shot, but Aaron could see clear through it, even before it had a chance to spread over his muzzle.

"...Okay, just what the fuck are you up to this time?"

"Just trying to share a bit more of my world with an old friend," Ash suggested. "I had my chance at doing things the mortal way, but you've never had the chance to do things my way."

"And I don't plan on dying anytime soon, so I don't think I'll be getting to try things your way this afternoon," Aaron replied sharply. "With any luck, I won't have to do things your way for a really fucking long time."

"Your loss, really. I think you'd like giving things a try my way, honestly..."

Ash let his disappointment hang on the end of his tongue for a minute, his heavy sigh rolling off the end of his lips and fading into the breeze.

He wasn't trying to sway Aaron anymore: just as they discussed, they had their own methods, and Ash was done trying to use his words to get his way.

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"To the contrary," Ash paused, grabbing Aaron by the wrist and tugging him into the alley they were passing, "I'm delighted that you decided to put up a little bit of a fight; no one ever does, anymore...and I completely forgot about the thrill of the chase...it was so nice of you to remind me about it!"

Aaron was no pushover: the wolf had strength to go around, but against the unnatural force that a hellhound could generate, he knew his resistance would be futile.

That he had to put up any resistance in the first place was an unwelcome surprise, but as he was tugged into the damp alley and tossed to the ground with ease, a quick gnash of his fangs made it clear that he wasn't pleased with the sudden turn of events.

"The fuck kind of chase is this?!" he growled, pushing back from his paws and trying to pick himself up; he couldn't get to his feet against before the hellhound was standing over the top of him, pushing a palm against the top of his head. "The hell...is t-the matter with you, dude?"

"I know this is probably a foreign concept to someone like you, but I'm trying to fuck you," Ash let the sarcasm drip through his explanation as he kept Aaron pinned with a single arm, demonstrating his otherworldly strength. "And I know neither one of us likes to be on bottom for this kind of thing, but...it looks like I've already won the right to be on top."

The inherent risk of getting caught having sex in a public place and the less than sanitary conditions of the alley itself were scarcely factors to the pair of eager canines: they'd both done the deed in far dirtier places than that, and Aaron suspected that Ash would use some of his abilities to obscure the view...they wouldn't want to be interrupted before they had a chance to finish.

All of that aside, the hardest part for Aaron was allowing someone to have any modicum of control over him in the proverbial bedroom, but if it was going to happen, letting a friend be the one to take the reins was as good an outcome as any.

"You really think I'm gonna make it that easy for you?" he asked, pushing back against the paw upon his skull, even when he knew he didn't have a chance to overwhelm it.

"Actually, I fully expect you to struggle every step of the way," Ash confirmed. "Or at least pretend to...if some authentic danger would aid you in that-

"Not even a little bit," Aaron cut him off. "But if you're serious about doing this-

"I am," Ash returned the favor, stealing control of the conversation back. "And just like you, when I've decided on what I want, I start to get a little...impatient."

Much as he wasn't used to being in such a position, Aaron found it all too easy to snicker and shake his head. "No way," he countered. "You really wanna top me? I'm not making any part of this easy for you...I don't give a single fuck how impatient you are."

Aaron was surprised to see a similar grin being flashed back at him. "Good...I was kinda hoping you'd say that."

As long as they'd known each other, it was a rare occasion that Ash ever showed even a sample of his powers to Aaron: almost everything that followed would be a first for the wolf, but he did his best not to look properly fearful of the hellhound.

He didn't think Ash was sloppy enough with his abilities to cause proper injury, but it was tough for Aaron to keep an unwavering smirk when a flame leapt from the air and landed on the fabric of his shirt.

"Did you really have to burn the damn thing?"

"Of course I didn't," Ash confessed. "But that tiny bit of fear in your eyes, even if it was only for an instant...that was _delightful,_and I couldn't think of any better way to get a genuine reaction from you."

Aaron was the type to keep a wall up between himself and his deeper emotions, but to be won over by such a cheap trick made it all too easy for his anger to well up, even if he couldn't do anything more with it than gnash his fangs at the demonic canine.

"Keep the fucking flames off of me, Ash..."

"Once the rest of your clothes burn away, consider it done," he replied. "But I can't really control how hot my cock is...hopefully you don't mind a warm , fuzzy feeling inside."

Aaron rolled his eyes. "You're terrible at being a top, just so we're clear."

"And I probably could have picked a better sub than you, but there's no one else I could trust to use my powers to the fullest extent of their abilities, so...I guess we're both having to settle, aren't we?"

Their back and forth was the result of the years of their friendship: as much as they were berating each other, there were no feelings being hurt as the controlled flame burned down Aaron's torso and sent tatters of roasting fabric up into the air.

Even the fur beneath wasn't singed by the enchanted flames; so great was Ash's control over the hellfire that he could have allowed it to dance over the clothes without burning a single layer of dirt from the surface, but the hellhound wasn't there to give a playful demonstration.

Just as Aaron became comfortable with the overbearing heat that danced toward his slacks, Ash snapped his fingers and enchanted the flames with his energy, forcing them to erupt into a flume. Rolling waves of fire roared down over Aaron's slacks with such intensity that the wolf had to shield his eyes from the brilliant light, but when it faded, he was shocked to see that only his clothing was vaporized by the act.

The roar of those flames was just loud enough that his gasp was covered by their approach...but Ash didn't need to hear anything: he could see the shock in Aaron's eyes as he looked over the soot that was once his favorite pair of jeans.

"...Didn't even leave me a single strand to remember them by...you really are a fucking monster, aren't you?"

"Demon, actually," Ash corrected him. "But that's okay...people make that mistake with me all the time. Makes me wonder if I need to take a more delicate approach, but...I've found I'm not really capable of that."

The entire time, Ash was holding Aaron back effortlessly, keeping the wolf against the pavement with a single paw.

When he actually pushed again, Aaron was given a mere sample of the strength that came with demonic force, as he was slammed back into the ground and left struggling to suck in a breath.

"You...f-fucking prick...is that the b-best you can do?"

"Believe it or not, I'm going a little easier on you because you and I have a history. If you weren't my friend, I wouldn't have been so gentle..."

At first, it felt like a humble brag, but as he looked up and saw Ash standing over him with such an overwhelming presence, he began to realize that he might have underestimated the hellhound.

He wasn't putting up a proper fight anymore, but as he rested there and watched the demonic canine burn away his own outfit, he came to the conclusion that it wouldn't have mattered if he was trying or not: Ash could have overtaken him at any time, if he were so inclined.

"You don't have to go easy on me...if you're gonna put me through this in the first place, you might as well give me the full experience," Aaron taunted him.

Ash cocked a brow. "Oh? Just remember that you asked for that when you're screaming for mercy at the top of your lungs."

"Like you could ever make me do that..."

"Easily," Ash contested. "And the more attitude you give me, the less inclined I am to go easy on you in the first place."

Aaron didn't relish the opportunity be in a submissive role for anything more than checking the experience off his bucket list, but there was a certain thrill in feeling the heated weight of the hellhound's naked body against his own...and an even greater excitement than that came when he squirmed against the canine, testing the range of motion that Ash would allow him.

Paws gripped his wrists, hips pressed down against his own, and knees settled over his thighs: he wasn't able to squirm an inch unless Ash allowed it...leaving him to force another uneasy grin.

"Still feels like you're going pretty f-fuckin' easy on me...just putting it out there."

Ash couldn't believe that his friend was still egging him to go further than he already had, but if he was going to put on a display, he was going to pull out every single stop; dancing flames made for an excellent lightshow, but they didn't do anything to properly demonstrate the kind of dominance the hellhound was capable of.

"For someone that's supposed to be resisting my advances, it sure feels like you're trying to bring out the worst in me. You sure you haven't done this kind of thing before?"

"Not even once."

"Maybe we'll have to make this part of our weekly routine," Ash suggested. "I'm gonna have to go above and beyond to beat this performance, but you've been such a good little bitch that I'm feeling _particularly_inspired..."

Thus far, as playful as everything was, Aaron didn't have too much reason to be fearful of Ash, but the tone of his voice was nothing short of haunting when he mentioned his inspiration.

A creature of seemingly unfathomable power, Ash was being generous beyond reason when he offered even a hint of that to Aaron; he was taking a blatant and foolish risk when he made the offer to give him a full, proper taste of what it was like to be able to call on otherworldly strength and arcane abilities.

"I don't suppose your inspiration is going to do me any favors?"

"Probably not, the way that you've been acting," Ash muttered. "But if you'd learn to relax and loosen up a little bit, this would probably be a lot more enjoyable for the both of us, y'know. I'd rather not have to resort to using my magic to make that happen."

"That's nice, but frankly, I'll feel a lot better about myself in the end if you do have to use it..."

Aaron was grinning with his suggestion: he wasn't going to make anything easy for Ash until the hellhound was literally forced to work his literal magic, in addition to the figurative.

He was going to have to forget the previous connection that they held as friends, but in the back of his mind, he'd been prepared for such a possibility from the very beginning.

"Then go ahead and tell yourself that you were _actually_resisting," Ash muttered. "Go ahead and make yourself believe that you didn't want to try this just as much as I did..."

To feel like he was even more overcome with lust than usual was a strange feeling for Aaron, but the moment those sensations welled up within him, he knew that Ash was using the aid of his magic to overwhelm the wolf with such a powerful lust, he'd be inclined to beg for whatever kind of relief he could get.

There wouldn't be any verbal begging: Aaron was determined to keep such words to himself, but he knew his eyes were telling a different tale, as they locked with Ash's burning orbs and told a silent tale of unearthly desperation.

"I already told you t-that I didn't want to," Aaron reiterated, but he was struggling to believe his own words at that point, and another burst of the arcane lust forced him to seal his lips: letting them part again would have proven the downfall of his pride, but he was all too happy to grit his fangs and pretend...and worse still, Ash was just as into the idea of his friend resisting.

With his clothes burned away, his body pinned, and his cock growing stiffer by the moment, Aaron could only play pretend as Ash rolled his legs back, keeping him pressed into the grit and gravel of the alley surface.

"Uh huh...the next time you open your mortal mouth, you're going to be speaking a very different kind of truth," Ash suggested, and thus far, Aaron had no reason to doubt him.

He could have assumed that Ash was going even easier on him than he originally implied, but it wasn't until he pressed the tip of his suddenly exposed cock, dripping precum, right up to the puckered flesh of his asshole, seemingly without a single drop of lube upon it.

"You've got no idea how lucky you are that you finally decided to shut your fucking mouth and enjoy this, Aaron."

There was a moment where Ash's eyes rolled back and his body shuddered with what seemed to be the gears of a deep, powerful thrust, but before it came, a warm, plentiful mess emerged from the tip of his member, spitting against the untouched tailhole and prepping it for the penetration that was quick to follow.

Whatever it was, it warmed the rarely touched flesh and left it feeling delightfully soothed before the first pass, granting Ash easier access than Aaron ever could have imagined; it was the final grace the hellhound would offer, now that his natural addiction to pleasure was being tended to.

"You're f-fucking my ass in a dirty, public alley...in the middle of the fucking day...and I'm lucky?!" Aaron barked aloud, knowing that no one would be able to hear how frustrated he was, no matter how he bellowed.

"Considering I could have gone in without any lube?"

Ash let that thought hang in the air for a moment as the impressive tip of his canine flesh burrow further and further into Aaron's backside, and all the while, the burning eyes of the hellhound stared down on the breathless wolf, allowing him to experience every inch with a pause of his hips.

Without any assistance, it would have been a terribly painful process, and thus far, Aaron was still overwhelmed by the sheer size of it, never having gotten a proper look before Ash decided to ram the tip forward.

The subtle grace of being allowed to feel a seemingly impossible heat and and the powerful, overwhelming pulse of Ash's cock gave Aaron the first of many clues to the benefits of being a hellhound in the first place: though he didn't control every single feature of his cock, there was enough arcane influence that Ash could raise his body temperature at will and make his member feel that much hotter than it really was...and that was while the thick, heavy vein near the base throbbed with supernatural force.

Once the full length made itself at home inside of Aaron and Ash was fully leaned over his friend, the hellhound let the frustrated, devilish energy fade from his face, replaced once more with a teasing grin and a flash of his deadly fangs.

"And considering that you're definitely enjoying having a proper alpha male in your ass...yes...I'd say you're extremely lucky."

Aaron's glare was still narrowed enough that he was challenging Ash to go with as much vigor as he wanted, but as long as the hellhound was after such an exchange between the two of them, he wasn't going to rush his way through it, now that it had finally come to fruition.

He wanted to savor every thrust along the way, and when his pleasure started to build, his pace would move along with it, until there was no turning back from the blissful abandon he was chasing.

"If what you're saying is true, then you'll be fighting with a proper alpha male by the time this is all through," Aaron argued, trying to keep his legs from rolling back any further. His fellow canine kept him overpower and folded back, but he was doing all he could to squirm his way free until the last vestiges of his strength were spent: he was pouring his heart out in a needless and hopeless effort, but it was bringing greater enjoyment to both of them.

For what it was worth, Ash enjoyed the idea of going after someone that was scrambling to compete with him for the top spot, and Aaron was still holding out hope that the hellhound would get distracted...but he'd have no such luck.

Once he was buried inside, Ash was rolling his hips slow and deep, his focus to bring Aaron to climax dialed in as tightly as it could be.

"You're not getting everything I have to offer right off the bat," Ash claimed. "I know you...you'd turn right around and drop me to my knees in an instant if I gave you the chance."

"You c-caught me..."

"But you'll get enough," Ash continued. "Plenty more than enough to have a little fun with whoever we choose!"

Ash didn't want to give away too many details too soon, but he couldn't help letting that little bit slip, knowing it would turn Aaron's mood around about the whole experience.

He wasn't going to turn his friend into a copy of himself just for the grins of it, after all.

"You've already got some targets in mind, don't you?"

"There's a few that we've seen around town before, but the first one is still getting used to my cock," Ash teased. "I think he's about ready for me to start giving it a genuine effort, though..."

Genuine effort? He's just been goofing off this whole time?

When referring to the strength of a hellhound, the description of otherworldly power was accurate, if a bit of an understatement. Knowing that and accepting the strength his friend was hiding, Aaron was silently grateful for the mercy; he could have been ripped in half if Ash was serious about giving it everything he had, but he was just as determined to prove that he was up to snuff.

That didn't mean he had to take everything Ash could throw at him, but it only felt right to take a taste of the supposedly brutal methods that the hellhound could offer.

That supposition was turning to reality as Ash pressed his paws down firmly into Aaron's wrists and slammed them hard into the ground, giving him a little extra purchase to thrust with the full weight of his hips and the entirety of his cock.

Feeling a little less resistance inside with every pass, the hellhound gave a knowing smirk and allowed the same mess that spilled from his length before to continue coating the inside of Aaron's passage, but it wasn't his seed: it was only precum, laced with something extra that they would both come to appreciate.

"No turning back now, dude. I sure hope you're comfortable..."

"And I sure hope you're close," Aaron groaned. "I'm gettin' bored down here."

Ash was still trying to keep a dominant presence, but at that, he couldn't help rolling his eyes. "I can see the precum spilling onto your own stomach...I know you're annoyed that someone is getting to fuck you for once, but can we stop pretending that you're not enjoying it?"

"Nope."

Aaron stuck his tongue out, content to act like a brat every step of the way, so long as Ash was going easy on him.

The full plap of swollen orbs against his backside as the ferocious canine gave Aaron a pummeling thrust stole his grin and his breath away in a single stroke, but Ash steadied himself there only long enough to capture Aaron's stare once more, wanting to see that acceptance in his gaze: the one that confessed that he'd made a mistake in questioning Ash's abilities.

Keeping the wind out of Aaron's lungs, Ash primed his toes against the asphalt and drove straight back and forth, taking the lazy roll of his hips into a proper thrust. Each one came with greater force than the one before, and slowly, the alley filled with the sound of their bodies crashing upon one another, driven by Ash's increased desires and the excitement of seeing the first of his markings appear on Aaron's coat of onyx fur.

"Glad that you're f-finally starting to look the part," Ash groaned with delight, allowing himself to enjoy the act as much as he should have all along.

The physical pleasure was always there, but the mental thrill of watching his markings appear on another creature brought even greater excitement out of him, as he watched his will imparted on Aaron's body. It was that extra sense of control that drove even greater force into his hips, and finally, the wolf couldn't keep from wincing in the most perfect blend of earthly delight and pressure.

Any pain he felt as a result of the penetration was washed away by the plentiful precu, and the corrupting forces that followed each gush of the mess: as it surged up through his asshole and spread further into his body, he could feel a warmth rushing up from the base of his stomach and spreading throughout his form, until everything was burning with the intensity of a scalding-hot shower.

As much as he thought he should have been in terrible pain, he was rolled back, taking the plentiful inches of Ash's cock over and over again, and all the while, as his tailhole was stretched to the brink, he could feel his own precum spilling over his stomach and pouring down his chest; that was the greatest concentration of the heat inside of him, and it gave him only a preview of what to expect when Ash finally allowed himself the ecstasy of a climax.

Based only on the pace he'd kept as the minutes passed by, the hellhound could simply pump his way through the act for hours at a time, and as impressive as that endurance was, it still couldn't compare to the unfathomable ability to pass his literal essence into another being through his slick, natural arousal.

Tiny horns pressed up at the front of Aaron's skull as the corruption took proper hold of his body, but as he panted and gasped with each pass, he found himself sinking into a torrent of bliss and darkness; even his eyes took on the fiery passion of the hellhound's stare as, for a brief moment, they saw the world through exactly the same lens.

"It's a little strange, isn't it? It's just the slightest change in your vision, but everything looks a little clearer now, doesn't it?"

It wasn't always the profound changes that made the difference: though Aaron was caught off guard by the roaring sensation of flames that spread across his flesh, the fact that his vision was suddenly changed was just as powerful a shift, and more than that, there was a clarity to everything that he saw, as if his eyes had been enhanced.

"All of these benefits have been yours to receive whenever you wanted, and you just kept putting up a fucking fuss about it," Ash taunted him. "Now that you're finally letting me do what you should have in the first place, I wonder how long it'll be before you're addicted to the kind of power you're going to have..."

A spreading warmth was pleasant at first and then, it bordered on being too intense, but Aaron was getting used to it with impressive haste. As the intensity of his strength grew by the instant, his physiology changed around it, but the physical body wasn't the only thing changing.

The black overcoat of fur was being speckled at the shoulders, marked in such a way that Aaron's body looked like soil being torn asunder by volcanic rock. The spotted markings began to appear upon his forehead, as well, as the nubs upon his forehead sharpened and pushed away from his skull.

For being made in such a rush, he was an impressively accurate representation of the hellhound above him, but the last of the changes weren't present just yet.

"Once I have that power...I'm g-gonna flip you onto your back and shove t-this fucking cock right down your throat..."

Even when he was still overpowered and trapped, Aaron was letting the boldness of his personality shine through, determined not to be an easy lay for Ash, regardless of the impending pressure of his release.

"Guess I'm doing a knock on myself, but that's not quite how creating a clone works," Ash explained. Even when his hips were picking up to such a rapid pace that his cock was a blur, dipping into the stretched, loosened asshole of his friend, he kept full control of his words, demonstrating a level of restraint that would have been impressive for anyone...but for a demonic creature, it was nothing short of incredible.

Eyes that were once gold and proud were burning with a new intensity, as a shade of red just above that of freshly spilled blood captured his irises and held them tight. As much as the change in appearance was important on the surface level, there was a delicate, slow shift in the personality of the wolf, and as Ash imparted his species and ability onto his friend, he worked down the intensity of his frustrations, little by little.

Aaron wasn't worried that he was going to forget himself, but he could feel his rage at Ash for pulling such a stunt fading away, slowly being replaced by the overt hedonism of the hellhound.

With anger pushing further and further from the surface, Aaron could appreciate the pure, physical delight of having his tailhole stretched so perfectly around Ash's member, and the shame he felt at being bested was going upstream, as well, fading from his mind and allowing Ash's thought process to take root in his mind.

"At least you're planning on...d-doing this to someone else once you're done with me," Aaron groaned, but there was an immediate shift in the tone of his voice. He hadn't completely borrowed the vocal cords of the hellhound, but their tones were similar enough that in the heat of the moment, one might not be sure which one was speaking. "Do I at least g-get to pick which side I'm on when we...d-do that?"

Wincing and pushing back on his pleasure as much as he could, Aaron knew that he was living on borrowed time, and the small puddle of precum at his navel was making it impossible to ignore that reality.

The only assistance was the shift from a jet black torso to a long, wide patch of white fur, just the same as Ash had above his stomach; the clear reservoir of his juices was better hidden by that, but it didn't change the sudden sensation of the excess spilling over his side as he was properly compressed into himself.

"Getting to pick which side you're on? Sounds like I still haven't imparted enough of myself on you, have I?"

Ash was excited to have a perfect copy of himself to put on the other end of whoever they decided to pounce, but even when the coloration was almost perfect, he could tell that there were parts of Aaron's mind that he simply wouldn't be able to probe, no matter how hard he tried.

Accepting that with a quiet huff, the hellhound turned back to doing what he was best at, pummeling down into his clone and hammering him with such force that Aaron's toes nearly brushed on either side of his head.

"If you...impart...a-any further...y-you're gonna break me in half, damn it!"

Even as he complained, his head was rolling back: the demonic length of Ash's cock seemed perfectly designed to hit all of his own most sensitive spots, and the deepest of his thrusts were finally tickling against the edge of Aaron's prostate, taking away his choice in the matter.

He was going to cum; whether he wanted it to last another minute or another hour, he had only seconds left to get a grip and seal his lips, lest he end up drinking a sample of his own yield.

"Guess you'd better learn to relax and be a little more flexible," Ash teased, knowing what his own body was capable of taking: Aaron was going to be fine, even if the pressure he felt at the peak of the moment was terribly intense. "Especially since I need a place to put this..."

Damn it. He's actually gonna knot me...and since I'm stuck in his stupid body, I can't...f-fucking help enjoying it...

Aaron knew from the moment he was pinned that he was going to finish: as great of friends as they were, Ash wasn't going to take him from behind without getting him off, but the original hellhound was grinning down at his pinned, crumpled friend, making it clear that his own pleasure came first.

As one paw pulled up from the shoulders of the clone and wrapped around the final point of his body left to change, he felt the shape of Aaron's cock shifting in his grasp with each stroke, until he could no longer tell the difference between that length and his own. Enjoying that fact as much as he was, it was no surprise that Ash was about to reach his peak, but it came with no warning for Aaron, who gritted his fangs when the weight of a knot pushed against his pucker.

"H-hey, wait a se-c-con....d.... fuck!"

His own juices immediately gushed from the tip of his member and leapt across his own torso, aided by the rapid, curious strokes of a paw around the base of his knot, but all the while, he could feel Ash flooding his anal passage, filling it to the brim with such heated seed, he couldn't imagine a mortal being able to handle such warmth on the inside...at least, until it began to cool.

That passage of impressive volume was the last step to putting Aaron's honest self further back in his mind: there was a sliver of the original wolf left about him, but as Ash rested his weight on Aaron's body and twitched with the continued ecstasy of his orgasm, he couldn't help thinking that Aaron certainly looked the part.

How well he'd be able to play it was another question, but until the waves of pleasure subsided and the last of their seed was spilled, neither one of them cared about anything else...