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The Temptatious Terror

~Long, long ago, somewhere in the Arabian wilderness~

The orange glow of the early dawn sun cast its light upon a small grass patch shaded by a thicket of acacia trees not too far from a sizable watering hole. Between the desert fauna was a gathering of rocks that hid the opening to a small underground hideaway in which a family of golden jackals made their home. Minu and Atif, proud mother and father to a six-week-old litter of five, stirred from their slumbers as the morning light peeked in through the den entrance.

Atif licked the cheek of his mate to greet her as she awakened. "Good morning my love.", he said with a hushed voice as to not wake the sleeping pups nuzzled under Minu's belly. The jackaless reciprocated her mate's affection, rubbing her face against his.

"Morning my dear, you're up early today. What's the occasion?", Minu whispered with a yawn.

"A hunt, there's great pickings just before the sun is over the hills.", Atif answered as he stood and stretched.

"But now? It's so soon in the day, surely the hyenas are still about...", Minu said with eyes full of concern.

"Don't worry, they're well on their way back to their earth by now.", Atif calmed his mate's worrying. "Besides, we spoke of weaning the little ones some sunrises ago. Today is a great day to start, their teeth are coming in quite quickly."

Minu looked toward the den entrance then back to Atif with the same unchanged worrisome expression.

"What's the matter?", asked Atif when he noticed his mate's fussy movements.

"Its.... I don't know.", said the jackaless, staring at the entrance. "I feel like there's something coming, something we should let pass."

"A storm?"

Minu shook her head. "No, it's more.... a terrible presence moving across the land, searching, prowling...... I don't like it. I think you should stay below until its gone."

Atif took a few seconds to sniff the air but picked up nothing aside from the scent of his own pack. "No one's here but us. Maybe you're just stressed, all the more reason to get the cubs started on proper food. I'll gather some grass for you when I've returned from the hunt." He made for the exit but was stopped by Minu biting onto his hindleg. "Ow, Minu.", the startled jackal tried his best to keep from shouting as he spun around to face her.

"Please, dear. Listen to me...", Minu besought in a soft but urgent tone, "At least wait until the sun is at its highest and the shadows of the land no longer linger."

"Love, we both know if I wait that long, my hunt will be fruitless until nightfall."

"I'll be fine until then.", said Minu.

"No, you won't, you haven't eaten anything since before last sunset.", Atif retorted. "And with the little ones' appetites growing by the day, they'll have nursed you dry by midsun."

Minu gave a slight whine of frustration, she knew that once the stubborn jackal was set on something that nothing short of the end of the world would stop him from doing it. "Just.... please promise me that if _anything_seems out of the ordinary, you'll run to one of the hollows and stay there until its safe."

"I promise, love.", Atif gave his mate a farewell nuzzle, then made his way through the dawn-lit exit, leaving Minu to stew in her anxiety. The mother laid her head down and curled herself around her sleeping pups, silently pleading to the great spirits to grant her mate a successful hunt and safe return to their den.

Following the routine of a beast of prey and one who is preyed upon, Atif poked his head up through the hidden mouth of the jackal den and searched the landscape, sniffing intently for intruding predators, mainly the hyenas whose territory lied not too far over the sandy hills from which the sun rose. When he was sure the coast was clear, Atif bravely emerged from the den and trotted out from the cluster of acacias toward the nearby watering hole that completed the little slice of paradise upon the desert.

As the jackal took his fill of water needed for a lengthy exploration of the hot, sandy terrain and pursuit of whatever prey he should find, his ears perked as they picked up a sudden but subtle change in the soft desert winds. The warm breeze had changed its course to blow from over the pond rather than from the sun-touched hills, bringing with it an alluring, spicy aroma that sent a slight tingle through Atif's body, making the jackal snap his head up and look out toward the direction from which the wind carried this alien fragrance.

Far across the red sands were two bright purple dots, sparkling like violet diamonds under the light of the dawning sun. When Atif caught sight of the strange phenomenon, his body was locked stiff, and he froze in place as his gaze was drawn toward the anomalous spectacle. The jackal's heart thumped hard when he realized that the glowing 'dots' were not stationary but were followed by an unidentifiable creature whose larger form was hidden by the waves of heat arising from the desert floor as it made a fast approach right toward the jackal's earth!

Instinct told Atif to sound the warning howl and alert his mate of the approaching danger, giving Minu the signal to collapse the entrance to the den and take the pups through an escape tunnel to one of their many 'hollow' dens while he would lead the encroaching threat away from their home. But he couldn't, an unseen force had stopped him from heeding his paternal impulses as he watched those purple rays coming closer, and closer, and ever closer! Until finally, the form of the creature pierced the wavey curtain of desert heat and treated the stunned jackal to the display of a beast he had never seen before trotting gracefully over the Arabian sands.

Long, silvery, silky fur flowed around the slender figure of the taller canine beast as it pranced across the land with a proudly elegant gait, its long legs gave it a bobbing stride almost as if it were walking upon air. The short fur of its face was pitch black like the sky of a starless night, giving prominence to the glowing violet eyes peering down its long, slender muzzle! The beast moved with purpose, keeping its gleaming stare on the jackal on the other side of the watering hole as it approached.

As the exotic creature closed in, the captivating scent carried by the wind intensified. Atif's mind was inundated with visions of Minu in heat, bowing before him and begging to be mounted, but the welcome thoughts of his mate gave way to conjured visions of not just his beloved Minu, but scores of other jackalesses, all presenting themselves to him and calling out his name in a chorus of need, filling Atif with the primeval desire to answer their demands to breed them all....

Atif shook his head, breathing heavily as he brought his mind up from the gutter and back to the present world. He didn't know how long he had stood there fantasizing, but it was long enough for the creature to have arrived at the opposite side of the pond and silently stare at him. He gasped at the terrifying realization that if the beast was swift enough, it could've rounded the watering hole and claimed him as an easy meal! Fortunately for him, the beast seemed to have other interests, it broke eye contact and dipped its head down to drink from the pond just as the jackal had done earlier.

Naturally, Atif would try to chase off a potential predator that had gotten this close to his den, but he was lost in the mystery of the exotic beast's origin. The way it drank and carried itself, much too elegant to be a hyena, not brawny enough to be a wolf, and not conniving enough to be a fox. Once the beast's thirst was contented, it softly sat on its haunches and again locked eyes with the jackal on the other side of the pond, a sultry smirk creeping up the corners of its black muzzle.

"Greetings, fellow dweller of the sands.", the hound sang out in a slow, mesmerizing, feminine voice oozing with seductive and hypnotic charm that rightfully matched the captivating beauty of the body from which it came. "What brings such a fine jackal out from his hiding place at the crest of dawn?"

Though the hound was sat several yards away from the jackal, somehow her voice tickled his ears as if she were sitting right beside him. The silky tones reached deep into his mind and again pulled forth his most intimate memories, stroking his masculine carnality as they planted a seed of desire that spread its roots through his body like ivy. Atif, although faithfully devoted to Minu, his soulmate and mother of his pups, struggled to resist the unearthly influences of the silver specter before him. From the second he witnessed the paralyzing glow of her eyes and filled his lungs with her omnipotent musk, he'd been snared within her trap.

"I-.... I'm hunting..... to f-..feed my..mate." The jackal stuttered, failing to hold back his revealing words as an unnatural fog of yearning crept through his mind, slowly smothering out rationality and leaving only the intellect needed to answer his carnal urges.

"Oh, you are mated? I could not tell.", the hound said with a smirk, her eyes flicking down to between the jackal's hindlegs and judging his maleness as it hastily extended from his sheath. "It seems to me that your mate leaves your needs rather.... unsatisfied."

The part of Atif that would've spat at the hound for brazenly insulting his mate had surrendered priority to his bodily desires, thus the affront to his beloved Minu would go uncorrected. Right now, everything the jackal held dear and closely to his heart had been eroded by the hazy waves of lust emanating from the silvery hound, leaving her to be the sole object of his world.

"Let me be your release, handsome one...", the hound's luscious voice echoed around his head as if he were in the deep recesses of a cavernous cave, the corners of his vision darkened and left a tunnel through which the violet glow of the hound's gaze peered into his soul. "I will please you in ways that your mate never thought of, ways unknown to many beasts that roam these lands." Along with the intrusive telepathic interaction came a flurry of yet-to-be-lived experiences imbedding themselves into the jackal's defenseless mind!

Atif saw himself laying on his back, paws in the air while the hound guided her lovely, slender muzzle up and down his fully exposed maleness with strange movements of her head, wet slurping echoing in his ears as those brilliant eyes shone back at him from her ebony face. His vision flashed, then he saw himself and the hound in mid rut, the much taller beast laying on her stomach while he pounded away at her wet, welcoming sex with enthusiastic humping, he withdrew himself and the hound curled her tail further up to expose the wrinkled bud right beneath it. His dream-self did the unthinkable, he repositioned himself slightly higher, and plunged his red length deep into the clenching ring which he'd never thought to use in such a manner! His vision flashed once more, treating him to a much more peculiar sight. He was bowed down before the hound, presenting himself in a way only a soon-to-be mother jackal would do during mating season! The hound had her snout pressed firmly beneath his raised tail, passionately and shamelessly working her long tongue in and out of him in an act so vulgar that it would shy away even the most uncouth of hyenas! But the bowed jackal tilted his head up and let loose a long, high-pitched howl as his hard throbbing maleness spat forceful squirts of life essence that splashed messily upon the ground beneath him!

Atif returned to the present a trembling, hyperventilating jackal in need, his heart beating in his ears like a drum, and his pride fully exposed and drooling a steady string of anticipation from its tapered tip! He wanted it all, he needed every experience the hound teased him with in her lust-fueled illusions. His vow to his mate, the tiny voice inside screaming for him to get away while there still was a chance, and the mortal instinct to realize the unnatural abilities possessed by the captivating canine were driven by ill-intentions had all been forced into the darkest corners of his conscious, where they would remain forgotten until the jackal was free from her spell of desire.

The lust-ridden jackal took a single uneasy step forward, his half-lidded dilated eyes and flopping tongue told the hound that he was under her complete control. She smiled, partially revealing a glinting set of abnormally sharp teeth, then took off in a hasty trot toward the sandy dunes opposite the sunrise. Atif followed, but his shorter legs could not match the pace of the long-legged hound, she disappeared over the horizon long before the jackal could crest the hill.

The other side of the dunes had yet to be touched by the rising sun's light, thus was still caped in shadowy coolness. The hound was well out of sight by the time Atif reached the hilltop, but a set of tracks in the sand leading down to behind a large gathering of saltbush gave away her whereabouts. He followed the trail down into the gloomy valley and rounded the bushes, expecting to find the hound ready and waiting for him, bowing with her tail raised high so that he may embark on a journey of forbidden exotic pleasures. But he found nothing but sand!

The tracks ended just behind the bushes and gave nary a hint as to where the tempting beast had gone, it was as if she'd vanished into thin air! The titillated jackal stood staring at the empty space with his neglected erection hanging from his prepuce and leaking need onto the sand below. The murky haze of desire still clouding his mind had dulled his survival instincts too much for him to react in time as his ears registered the subtle sounds of swift movement behind him, followed by a lightning bolt of pain shooting up his back and coursing through every nerve in his body!

Atif let out a yip and spun around to meet the glowing eyes of the silver hound just as she finished delivering a bite directly to his spine! It was a fast strike, she only needed to pierce his skin for one second for her paralyzing poison to shoot through the smaller canid's veins, and the bite to his spine ensured a rapid failure of his nervous system! The jackal kicked up a flurry of dust as he managed to scamper back a few feet away from the hound before his legs gave out and he fell onto his side!

Fear was the key needed to free Atif's mind from the spell of lustful ambition, but even as the graveness of his misadventure settled in, his body would not heed his commands to right itself and flee! The twitching jackal could only watch in terror as the silver beast slowly closed in!

The shadows of the valley revealed the hound's true nature along with her diabolical motivation! Gone were the dazzling violet pools that lulled him into false safety, the white of her eyes had turned black and her pupils contracted into thin reptilian slits surrounded by a dread-instilling red! Her beautiful slender muzzle had taken a sharper, more sinister shape and remained scrunched to expose her nightmarish teeth and needle-sharp fangs still dripping the venom that robbed her prey of his bodily control!

Staring into the hellish blood-red aura of the hound's glowing eyes, Atif could hear the sorrow of hundreds, maybe thousands of souls that had befallen the same fate! The beast would not show him any of the delights she promised, except for the final release of his essence for which the demon hungered! She would drain his body of every drop of seed he could give, taking his soul with it in the process, then leave him a lifeless husk to be picked apart by the scavengers of the desert!

As the hound rolled the paralyzed jackal onto his back, tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. He knew he was going to die here, away from his beloved mate and away from his pups, who he would never see take their first steps out into the wilds. He could only hope that after the demon was done with him, she would venture off to further lands, and save his loved ones the terror of her fiendish existence!

Even though his beloved would never hear his farewell plea, Atif fought the effects of the numbing toxin to mutter a sorrowful goodbye. "M-...Minu, my...love, p-..please for..give m-.me...", he sobbed.

It was a sound the beast had heard from most of her prey, the coupled and faithful ones always used their last breaths to beg forgiveness from their mates, and the pathetic sobbing that always followed had become quite irritating. Fearful crying was a sound the demon would prefer to hear when she wasn't in the middle of a feast. She firmly pressed a paw to the jackal's throat, closing his windpipe to prevent anymore disturbance whilst she feasted. As her deadened prey choked, she spread his legs apart to let his rigid, leaking breeding tool point to the sky. The secondary effect of her venom worked flawlessly at keeping petrified males primed and ready to fire. She dipped her head and enclosed the jackal's red maleness within her maw, taking oddly placed care not to score his sensitive flesh with her beastly teeth as she drew her muzzle up and down along his uninspiring-to-her length, a useful technique she'd perfected after draining countless males to quench her succubine thirst.

The suffocating, terrified jackal could not deny the wonderful sensation of the hound's experienced tongue caressing his malehood. Her eager, suckling maw coupled with her highly potent venom triggered the intended effects almost instantly! Atif's knot quickly formed and bumped against the fellating beast's lips, prompting her to take his package fully into her mouth and tug away behind the bulb with her fangs! She often preferred equine prey when the opportunity presented itself and would take her time reveling the pleasure that only the phallic qualities of a stallion could bring her before she drained them, but canines and their relatives made the best choice for quick meals. All she had to do was pull behind their oh so sensitive knots for them to provide that salty nectar which her cursed body craved, evident by the jackal's body giving an involuntary pelvic thrust upward, jamming the tip of his cock toward her throat! She removed her paw from his neck to allow him one final sorrowful cry mixed with a gasp of insurmountable pleasure!

The first few seconds of his euphoric orgasm immediately gave way to the desolation of his life and memories fading away with every prolonged pulse of his gushing discharge and subsequent gulp from the hound as she eagerly sent his essence down into her hellish depths! The first remembrances to be lost were of course those that he cherished the most, of Minu and his pups, then of his own pup years spent with his litter mates, and the loving, smiling faces of his mother and father....

The jackal couldn't remember what he cried for, as his last living seconds had been nothing but a lonely, simple existence devoid of affection. The world around him became fuzzy and timed slowed to a crawl as love, happiness, and everything dear to him was lost. Only sorrow and fear remained, strangling his heart in its icy, unrelenting grip. With no more reason to hang on to the fading light of life, Atif let himself sink into the approaching oblivion...

When the seed of life ceased to flow, and the jackal that provided it fell silent and still, the silver hound swallowed the last of his tangy brew and released his firmness from her maw. While she sat on her haunches and licked her lips with her eyes closed, a low growl of content rumbled from her as the flames of eternal lust fizzled within. The jackal may've been on the smaller side of her usual prey, but his loins were plentiful enough that his essence would keep her demonic hunger fed for at least a day. The hound yawned as post-feast fatigue took her by surprise, the jackal turned out to be much more satisfying than she thought! She laid down next to the lifeless stud and let the deadness of the valley lull her into a light snooze.

She remained there for quite a while, resting until the sun peeked over the dunes. When the shadows of the valley gave way to the sun's light, the taunting beauty of the hound returned, and the cawing of a buzzard overhead woke her from her nap. Face contorted with annoyance at having been disturbed, she lifted her head up to the sky where the winged scavenger was circling above, her death stare was enough to send the bird searching for another kill to scrounge, or to bring back reinforcements to fight over the dead jackal, who remained sprawled on his back before the hound.

She took one last look over the departed Atif, for a species she considered to be unfavorable outside of quelling her demonic thirst when the time came, he was quite handsome. If she'd been a jackal, and not the embodiment of a soul-draining lust demon, the lucky jackaless to whom he was mated would've had some fierce competition! It would be a shame to leave a looker like him to get torn apart by lowly scavengers.

The hound dragged the jackal's stiff body closer to the bushes to conceal him from searching eyes, then buried him under the sand. That work along with the rising heat of the desert had left her with actual thirst, and the watering hole where she met her prey popped into mind, along with other memories from her most recently claimed soul. And memories of a den, the entrance tucked away a gathering of stones, hidden from prying eyes by the lush grove of acacia. The perfect hideaway, a cove for the demon to incubate when she wasn't on the prowl! Of course, there was the small issue of getting rid of the den's current residents, which wouldn't be too much of a hassle. In fact, she rather anticipated the task, as it presented an opportunity to satisfy her other diabolic tendencies!

The hound left the cover of the saltbush and travelled east, back over the dunes and toward the little green patch of paradise.

The sun had risen to its place in the sky a long time ago and Atif still hadn't returned from his hunt, this left Minu wrought with worry. After a slightly painful feeding, the pups had taken to playing above the den. Minu sat high up on the rocks that hid the entrance, supervising her pups to make sure they stayed within the tree cover, and keeping her ears alert for the communitive howls of her mate. The desert remained silent, which in a way was good, but the jackaless found herself wishing for even a warning howl, just so she would know her Atif would still return.

Then she felt it, the menacing presence from the morning. It was somewhat different from then, it lacked the prowl-ish intensity, but it was moving, and it was heading right for her earth! Minu gave a sharp yip to get the attention of her pups, "Back into the den, my darlings! Quickly, quickly!", she urged!

The quintet of young jackals ceased their play and heeded their mother's instruction, scampering through the rock-hidden mouth of their underground home. Minu followed suit once the last pup was out of the open, she ushered them to the back wall of the den and stood with her body blocking them from the entrance. Sensing their mother's apprehension, the pups remained quiet. As the still minutes rolled by, Minu kept her nose active and her ears perked for danger, until an unsettling mix of scents drifted through the opening. It was a heady musk unlike anything she'd ever smelled before, entangled with it was the distinctive scent of a certain male jackal, a smell that she'd become quite fond of...

Atif! He was near! But his characteristic scent bore the unmistakable musk of excitement, which left her puzzled as mating season had long passed and there were no other jackal packs this far out from the plains. The jackaless sounded a series of short, soft communitive barks which only her mate would know how to answer. A single bark echoed back through the entrance tunnel, which was meant to say, "It's safe, come outside." But something was still very wrong, the oddity of the situation and the implication that her beloved was nearby and possibly in danger from whatever threat that lurked their home urged her to investigate.

"Listen to me, little ones.", Minu whispered to her pups, "I want you to stay below, where you'll be safe. No matter what you hear or smell, do not leave the den."

"But mama...", the most rambunctious pup of her litter piped up from just beside her. Minu silenced him and nudged the stubborn cub back toward the rear wall with his siblings, then gave them each a loving lick before leaving through the exit.

The smell of her mate struck her like a wall as she emerged from the den, it seemed to drift from the direction of the watering hole just beyond the trees. Minu gave a quick glance around the rocky entrance before following the scent trail out of the tree cover.

At the edge of the pond, was the nerve calming sight of her mate. Atif sat with his back facing her, head bowed as he drank from the water. As if sensing her arrival, he lifted his head and looked over his shoulder and locked his slightly glowing amber eyes to the jackaless, a warm smile upon his muzzle.

"There you are my love, I was waiting for you..." Atif said in a soothing tone just loud enough to reach Minu's ears.

All previous notions of danger left the jackaless as she gazed into her loved one's eyes. "W-waiting for me? But.... How long have you been here? What happened to the hunt?"

"Never mind that. Come to me, my love.", Atif beckoned. "Let me nuzzle your beautiful face that I've missed so much..."

The opposing voice deep inside Minu's conscious telling her something was deathly wrong was drowned out by the willingness to be with her mate. She trotted over to him, rubbing her face against his as she joined him by the water, a low purr of happiness raising from her chest. The worries of the day faded away as she basked in her mate's warm embrace.

"Where are the little ones?" Atif asked, nipping at her ear.

"I- in the den, I told them not to come out." Minu answered.

"Good.", was all the jackal said as he moved forward and left Minu's side.

The comforting contact suddenly being taken away startled her slightly, she watched with a baffled expression as Atif stepped into the water and moseyed out toward the center of the pond, where it became deep enough that he had to paddle.

"My dear...., what are you doing?" Minu said slowly with dazed, drooping eyes.

"When was the last time we had a frolic in the water, my love?" The floating jackal proposed, turning to face his mate.

"But... my dear... you can't sw-", Minu's answer was cut short as false memories embedded themselves into her mind while she gazed into Atif's glowing amber eyes, scenes of her and her beloved jackal neck deep in the water, she turning around to let him passionately bite her neck as he wrapped his forelegs around her, then casted subtle ripples to the edges of the pond from the eager movements of his submerged body.

"I- It's been too long...." Minu murmured.

"Come, join me.", Atif beckoned once more. "Let us make up for lost time..."

The jackaless took a single step into the water, hesitating as her sixth sense burned with warning. But the longing smile, and mesmerizing eyes of her mate called to her, eroding the will to heed all other instincts, survival and motherly.

Minu paddled out to her lover, joining him in the middle of the pond. While she expected Atif to follow the visions imprinted into her mind, the spell was broken when he delivered a fast bite directly to her neck, hard enough for his abnormally sharp fangs to piece her skin!

Minu let out a high-pitched yelp from the bite. "Ahh! Darling why did you-?" She stopped when she realized the jackal's amber eyes had turned purple!

'Atif" threw his forelegs around her and quickly took her below the surface, much deeper than she ever thought the pond could go! The shadows of the watery depths removed the veil of sunlight, treating the jackaless to the devilish beauty of the larger, silver-furred stranger 'embracing' her! The corners of the hound's muzzle turned up into a terrible toothy smile, as if proud of the atrocious act she was committing! Minu expended the last breath she held in a bubbly, water-deafened scream, then the silvery beast locked its muzzle to hers and forcefully explored her maw with its long tongue!

Even as the horrifying sensation of drowning overtook her senses, Minu could not struggle to resist the hound's advances nor to save her own life, something had stolen control of her body! She would remain the demon's plaything, a prisoner inside herself until the light of life stopped burning and yet another soul was claimed by the violet eyed menace! Staring into those purple pools of wickedness, she heard the voice of her mate, calling out for her in painful, tragic howls. That's when she knew that this demon had taken her beloved Atif before her, and that after the demon had its fun with her, she too would join him, wherever he was.

The final seconds of Minu's fleeting life were not of acceptance for her inevitable departure, they were filled with the perilous thoughts of her pups left alone in the world! Motherless, cold, hungry, unable to fend for themselves, and defenseless against the harsh wilderness....

"Don't you worry pretty one, you'll be seeing them soon!", an unknown voice cackled from the darkening corners of her slowing mind before she slipped into nothingness...

The orange light of dusk shining into the den, the pups of Minu and Atif still waited in silence for mother and father's return. Even as hunger started to rear its head, they followed their mother's wishes to stay below ground. The huddled quintet of jackal pups had fallen asleep during the fearful wait, but a familiar voice echoing through the entrance brought them out of their slumber, ears perked toward the dusk-lit tunnel.

"Little ones, little ones, where are you my darlings?"

"It's mama!", the most rambunctious pup squealed with joy as he bound toward the entrance!

"Wait!", one of his siblings called to him, "We shouldn't go out there, mama told us to stay here!"

"Can't you hear? That IS mama!", said one of the other pups following the first.

"Please, come to me my darlings, I've missed you so.", the loving voice of their mother called from outside.

"See? Mama wants us to go to her, it's alright!", said a third pup as she left the den.

"I know you must be hungry, little ones. Come feed to your hearts content."

The promise of nursing was enough to bring the fourth pup scampering feverishly through the tunnel, leaving the fifth and most hesitant pup, Asha, a young jackaless with striking resemblance to her mother, right down to her gifted sixth sense. Right now, that sense along with other observations told her that this was all wrong. The outside of the den remained as quiet as it had been since mama had left, no ecstatic yipping from her siblings as they greeted their long-awaited mother, nor the warm, matriarchal laughter from Minu as she joyously greeted her children.

Just silence.

Asha trembled as she sat in the eerie stillness, until a shadow blocked the light in the entrance. "Why do you hide from me, my dearest? There is nothing to fear...", her mother's voice echoed down into the den, along with it came a concentrated whiff of her unique scent, triggering memories of cool nights spent cuddling under her loving warmness. The pup gradually crept toward the entrance, stopping only when she could see the smiling face of Minu peering down the tunnel, eyes slightly aglow in the orange light of the setting sun.

"Mama?", the quivering pup whined, taking slow cautionary steps up toward her mother, "W- where's Papa?"

"He is here, with your brothers and sisters. They're all waiting for you...", Minu hummed softly as Asha approached.

When the young jackal was halfway up the tunnel, 'Minu' swiftly stuck her head through the mouth of the entrance, but her keenness to eliminate the den's last remaining resident bested her judgement, her reach into the hole was hindered by her true size. The shadow of the tunnel had broken the deception, and the startled pup rolled back down into the den just as a jaw full of blood-covered, razor-sharp teeth repeatedly snapped the air where she once was!

Asha scampered back into the den, squealing in fear as she pressed herself against the rear wall while the beast that impersonated her mother dug through the tunnel with relentless ferocity! She cried out for mama and papa as horrifying snarls filled the den and paralyzed her with terror! Her cries went unanswered, there would be no rescue from this nightmare! The demon was almost inside the den, her violet eyes glowing with unwarranted malice and pupils contracted into thin reptilian slits, locked to the cowering pup as her head made it past the tunnel!

The pup fearfully scurried backward along the wall trying to put more distance between her and the monster, tripping over the pile of dirt near the corner that hid the escape tunnel which her papa had dug for the pack in case a predator found the den! The panic of life-threatening fear gave way to hereditary survival instinct, and Asha dug into the dirt as fast as her little paws could!

Seeing the pup trying for another possible route of escape filled the demon with more murderous vigor! Switching her effort from digging out the tunnel to ridding her future cove of its nuisance, the long-legged hound roared with rage as she contorted her body to squeeze into the confined space of a former jackal den, claws scratching the hard dirt ground as she pulled herself closer to the frantically excavating pup!

The young jackal's quest for survival bore fruit as the dirt shifted and she fell forward into the escape shaft just as the demon snapped its jaws behind her! However, she wasn't lucky enough to fully evade the hound's beastly bite a second time! The pup let out a shrill yelp of pain as her tail was severed just behind the bone, but adrenaline pushed her on to scurry down the dark escape tunnel toward one of her papa's cleverly crafted hollow dens, away from the snarling beast that had taken her loving family from her, away from her puppyhood home to which she could never return, and into a harsh, unforgiving world which the young jackal had not yet been taught to survive....

After the hound's merciless rage finally subsided, she quickly realized that the hidden tunnel the pup disappeared through was even more compacted than the den's entrance. Its previous residents had purposefully crafted it to barely fit a grown jackal, so a beast of her size couldn't hope to squeeze through, not without hours of strenuous work! She decided to cut her losses, the den now belonged to her, and the fleeing pup was much too young to survive the wilderness on her own. After freeing her head from the tight escape passage, something fell from her mouth. The hound grinned with diabolical glee when she saw it was the bloody severed tail of the not-so-lucky jackal pup that managed to outsmart her! The pup was injured and bleeding, she may have escaped her clutches, but all that awaited her was certain death! The hound hoped it would be slow and gruesome.

After gobbling down the tail like a tasty treat, she glanced around her newly acquired habitat. It was small, quaint, and very cramped. In her bloodlust she'd managed to get herself pretty much stuck in the constrained space between the low overhead and dirt ground. It would take time and effort to turn the den into a suitable lair for a hound of her tastes...

~~

The demon worked from sundown to sunrise, digging out the walls of the cave, then widening the entrance. While working the tunnel, she came across a nasty surprise when the entrance piled in on her after clearing a section of dirt just before the mouth of the den! The trap was a minor setback but greatly contributed to the irritation left over from the hound's previous shortcoming! It was almost midday before the infuriated demon cleared the entrance again. She emerged from the hole a dirt covered hound, shaking intensely to free the soil and dust collected in her long silky coat. Inflamed about the unnecessary additional soiling of her luxurious fur, thirsty from a long night of renovating her new lair, and the cursed fire of succubine hunger starting to burn once again, the hound had her mind set on a dip in the water just beyond the thicket before embarking on a hunt of her own, but a combative growl from behind stopped her in her tracks!

Just entering the grove from behind the den was a hulking striped hyena who'd ventured out of his territory, the scavenging beast had been drawn by the scent of blood left from the killings the hound had yet to conceal. He hungrily eyed the remains of the 4 ill-fated jackal pups that had been strown about, then approached the silver hound in a fighting stance.

"Hehehe, thanks for doing the hard work for me, I've been stalking this den for a while!", the hyena chortled, leering at the hound he assumed was a competing predator. "But I'll be having these little morsels for breakfast, so you'd better clear off now if you know what's good for ya!"

The demon gave the hyena a look over, he was a male in his prime, full of hot-headed stamina and radiating enough carnal energy to keep her fed for at least a few days! She decided that she was going to take her time with this one, she needed someone to release her wrath onto after the jackal eviction left her with a bruised ego and tarnished vanity!

The hound said nothing to her aggressor, she simply turned to face the hyena as he approached, her eyes narrowing as an evil smile crept upon her face.

"Hehe, bad choice, pretty eyes!", the doomed male snickered, stalking around the hound in predictable hyena fashion. He waited until he was behind the statuesque canine before making his move, going in for a crippling bite of her left hindleg!

The hound rounded the hyena with lightning fast, snake-like movements, latching onto her attacker's back as she sank her virulent fangs into the base of his neck! The snarling hyena thrashed about for a few seconds before succumbing to the venom flowing through his body, while he fought to stay on his feet, the demon took the opportunity to maim her prey! In two quick bites she removed the hyena's ears, turning his battle snarls into howls of pain! As he fell to his side, she raked her claws from his shoulder down to his flank, slicing deep into his flesh and leaving eight stripes of bloody red!

"AAAAAAAAAAH!!! I YIELD!! I YIELD!! YOU CAN HAVE THEM JUST STOP I BEG YOU!!!!", the hyena cried out in anguish, but his pleas only fueled the demon's sadistic pleasure! She delivered a bone-snapping bite to his left hindleg, just as he had tried to do to her, then gave his other hind the same treatment! Howls of pain became ear-piercing screams as terror and shock gripped the devastated hyena!

The hound sat back and smiled as the sound of a traumatized soul graced her ears. It wasn't long before her poison took full effect on the scavenger and even the ability to scream was taken from him, followed by loud trickling as he released his bladder in fear! His tormenter scrunched her snout from the sharp stink of hyena urine. "Oh, how revolting...", she hissed with contempt as she forced the paralyzed beast onto his back. Even though his mind was scrambled from the searing pain of the hound's mutilating attacks, his body still responded to the arousing effect of the demon's potent venom, evident by his oddly shaped malehood jutting from his crotch.

While on the larger side of most hyenas she'd consumed, it was still nothing special for the hound, but supported her inclination to keep him alive so she could scratch her other itches before draining him. She noticed her prey staring at her with fearful eyes as the graveness of his predicament settled in!

"You will remove your gaze from me, pest.", the hound warned, "If you know what's good for ya...". The latter half of her threat left her in the same voice and manner as its previous orator, but the hound's mimetic ability left the hyena staring in terror-filled awe and hastened his decent into fear and pain-fueled insanity! The demon stood and straddled him, glaring down at him with her purple eyes glowing with malice, leaning in close so that her un-eared prey could hear. "Bad choice.... pretty eyes." The image of the hound's dark face and menacing grin was the last thing the hyena would ever see before she dug her claws deep into his eye sockets, the only sound the tortured beast's petrified body could give was a pitiful squeak as he was horribly blinded!

The hound drug her slicing claws down the hyena's chest to wipe away the viscera clinging to her paws, ending her trail of destruction just before she reached his stiff male-bits, then bit onto one of his shattered hindlegs and viciously dragged him toward her den, making the unfortunate scavenger the first of many souls to be taken down into the darkness of the succubus's new lair, to never see the light of day again.

~~_Elsewhere in the desert wilderness~~ _

Asha made the mistake of staying in the hollow until the sun had fully risen, crying and calling out for her loved ones. Her father had always told her and her litter mates that if anything were to happen to him and mama, they were to go to the hollow, wait just until the sun starts to wake, then run with their backs at the dawn's light. He said that they would reach the neighboring pack's turf by midsun, and the jackals there would take them in.

But the shock of the horrifying ordeal, the encounter with a monster still fresh in her mind, along with the pain and imbalance of her detached tail kept the rattled pup in a constant debate about whether she should stay or go. She eventually took to braving the wilderness, fleeing from the hollow when the sun was well over the hills. But the fatigue of a sleepless night added to the many liabilities already plaguing the pup, and she took off with the sun shining down on her, unable to decipher the right direction in which to keep her travel set.

The brutal heat of the dry, vast desert quickly took its toll on the lone jackal pup. The night spent crying and loss of blood from the wound where her tail used to be brought on the inevitable effects of dehydration well before she could cross the great sands, leading to her collapsing on the scorching hot desert floor. She heard the cawing overhead as a group of buzzards started to circle high above.

Asha laid there scared, hurt, hungry, thirsty, and deathly tired. She'd cried all the tears she could, ran as far as her body could take her, but it was all for naught. As her vision waved and consciousness faded, she saw something in the distance, the dark approaching figure of a bulky beast trotting straight to her. During her last seconds of holding onto cognition, she witnessed the sun being blocked out by whatever had found her and felt the bite of it's teeth at her neck.

But the bite was not meant to kill.

The last thing Asha remembered before slipping into unconsciousness was being picked up by the scruff of her neck, just like her mother used to, then being carried across the desert at an urgent pace...

~"Present day" in the ethereal heavenly realms~

Eli, the "redeemed" demon-dog who had terrorized the Arabian wilderness long ago, jolted awake from her dream of events millennia old. The silver Afghan Hound found herself sprawled upon her magnificent bed, clutching one of her huge pillows, her hindlegs locked around it in an unyielding grip. She released the cushion and rolled onto her back to stare at the starry ceiling of her pocket dimension, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Those tantalizing recollections of her hedonistic existence among the earth could only mean one thing...

The fire of lust had returned, she could feel the flames of need burning deep inside. Heaven, even with all its wonderous miracles, could not remove the carnal hunger that plagues the succubus, only soothe the flare-ups by allowing her heavily moderated and scarcely administered "indulgences" which with the help of heavenly magic, could quell the flames of lust for a very long time. But when the fire inevitably relit, the need would hit hard!

Eli peered down to see the familiar shape of her black spade had formed on her normally null crotch, another indication that the time for release had arrived. Utilizing her angelic capabilities, she isolated her private chamber from heaven's countless other "dimensions" to delay any unwelcome intrusions from her superiors, then summoned her black leathered "toy chest" up from the dark reflective floor in the corner of the large, cloud-walled chamber. The lid of the chest opened and out flew a realistic and _very_detailed equine dildo of excessive proportions! The 20-inch long, thick, veiny enchanted "toy" throbbed with life, dripping a continuous string of precum from its flared tip. At the other end of the lengthy shaft was a pair of grapefruit sized nuts, hanging low and sloshing with the pseudo-spunk Eli depended on to tame the fire inside her until she was allowed to seek the real thing. Following the hound's favorite toy out of the box was a golden incense lamp of Arabian design, a relic from Eli's ancient past that held a special oil which made even the most absurd penetrations a piece of cake.

Telepathic guidance zipped the items over to the hound. She needn't lift a paw while she prepared for the insertion, just lay back as the lamp poured its oil along the length of the gargantuan stallion rod, then drizzled the last of its contents over the black lips of her spade before flying back into the chest. Eli spread her legs as the floating horsecock angled down and firmly pressed its head to her sex, cooing from the welcome sensation of imminent penetration before she heard the dreaded ringing that heralded the most annoying of superior angels, Seraph Annabelle, the one responsible for her being allowed into heaven.

The song of chimes blowing in a soft wind echoed throughout Eli's personal cloud, which indicated that the divine whippet was attempting or just about to enter her pocket dimension, and being a superior angel meant she couldn't be denied entry, especially since the hound was indebted to her. But the hound did have a few tricks under her fur, with a simple telepathic nudge, she "relocated" her private quarters into one of the countless corners of the ethereal plane.

Lying still, Eli listened for Annabelle's approach. The chaotic quiet of space and time led her to believe she'd ditched the Seraph, and the hound returned her attention to the task at hand. But as soon as she reapplied her focus to the endowment poised to impale her, the ringing returned!

"Fuck you!", Eli shouted as she shot her dimensional sphere off into the endless depths of the angelic cosmos! As she piloted her tiny private universe amongst the stars, the persistent "voice" of the divine whippet followed.

The chase was on!

The hound tried every available plane of the spiritual realm she was allowed to occupy, even pushing out to the dark edges of existence where even the bravest of angels feared to go, but the Seraph was unrelenting! And unlike the hound, the superior angel was immune to the effects of frequent dimension jumping, which quickly wore away Eli's mental fortitude and left an opening for her pursuer! Tired of the former demon's childish game, Seraph Annabelle reached out with her almighty grasp and occupied the hound's space through a method she found unfavorable but necessary to reel in negligent spirits such as Eli.

The Afghan Hound's silky fur stood up on end as if she were struck by lightning and she let out a long shout as her body went rigid and hovered above her bed! "RRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH", Eli bellowed a deep, distorted scream as her very being became a portal for the Seraph! Her eyes and open mouth lit up with the blinding light of solar fire, which spread around her form and burned her fur as Annabelle tore into her pocket dimension through a fiery hole in her chest! When the painful transmission was over, Eli belly flopped down onto the bed, her silver fur turned ash gray from the fiery anger of the pissed off Seraph and burned almost entirely from her midsection!

With an elephant sized migraine pounding away at her head, the hound lifted her head to gaze upon the form of the superior angel, managing to catch the tail end of the transformation from insanity instilling eldritch horror to her preferred form of a pink bipedal winged-whippet adorned in a shimmering golden robe. Having ascended to the rank of Seraph not long ago, Annabelle rarely let anyone glimpse upon her true form for even the dead still had sanity to lose, but the former demon to whom she bestowed the moniker 'Elisheba', lacked that mortal fragility.

"Your methods of shirking your prescribed angelic duties never cease to amaze me Elisheba.", Seraph Annabelle lambasted with her slightly nasally voice, her tone and expression portrayed disappointment instead of lividity. As reprehensible of a creature Eli was in her past life, she still gave her the same patience she would any other lost soul. The superior angel took in the state of the hound's personal chamber, her blue eyes trailing down to the floor at the foot of the bed where the lively manifestation of an equine phallus had been dropped. She sighed. "And neither do your obsessions with impaling yourself upon such grotesquely exaggerated endowments."

"Oh, come off it, prudish cunt..." Eli murmured under her breath as she rubbed her aching head.

Seraph Annabelle's ears twitched upon catching the hound's snide remark, her six wings shot out in anger and her eyes lit up like two exploding suns! "EXCUSE ME!?", she shouted in multiple voices loud enough to nearly make the unruly hound's ears bleed!

Eli smartly and quickly humbled herself before the Seraph! "Forgive me, your Magnitude! My frustrations have left me quite irritable!" The former demon often found amusement in pushing the boundaries of all her superiors and learned long ago that beneath the whippet's benevolence was a meanness that surpassed her own wrath.

The Seraph relaxed her wings and let her temper settle, reminding herself of her commitment to correct the hound's problematic nature. She believed that with time and proper guidance even the most abhorrent of canines, demons included, could earn their forgiveness in the eyes of Sirius. When the Greater Dog granted her the opportunity to prove her philosophy, he threw her the most tainted soul he could find, which happened to be that of the murderous succubus, and directing Eli down the path of remission proved to be the most difficult task Annabelle had ever done. The Afghan Hound fought her almost every step of the journey and she found herself having to constantly dispel rumors spreading around dog-heaven about the former demon's connection to certain arrivals and mishaps.

"Your frustrations?", inquired the Seraph, entertaining the hound's explanation for her indolence.

No longer feeling the heat of the Seraph's ire, the bowing hound lifted her head to address her superior. "Yes your Magnitude, my lustful yearnings have returned as they always do. That is the cause for the shunning of my obligations, and I request a stay from my duties so that I may relieve these urges."

"I am sorry, but you may not.", Annabelle solemnly answered. The Seraph removed a hand from her robe and casted Eli's "toy" into a void, earning a whine from the hound as she watched her favorite imitation of male virality thrown away into a black hole. "The higher orders are not pleased with the stagnation of your reform," Annabelle continued, "they are considering casting you back into the purgatorial plane if I do not present them with immediate results."

The threat of purgatory's silent nothingness frightened even a hell-spawn like Eli and was the only route of punishment that saw the hound genuinely vying for appeasement of the superior angel, or at least that's what she wanted the whippet to believe. "I do not wish for that to happen, your Magnitude.", Eli said bowing once more.

"Neither do I.", Annabelle replied. "Which is why I have gone to great lengths to procure you a final chance to prove that you are no longer the ill-reputed beast you once were."

"What must I do?", the former demon inquired, returning her eyes to the Seraph.

"You must undertake the most important assessment of your reformation.", the Seraph explained. "My intercessors and I will be absent to manage a disturbance amongst the outer realms, there have been reports about a potential breach of the spiritual borders by an agent of hell. I have transferred control of dog-heaven to my most accomplished Archangels until I return and have assigned you to assist in the welcoming of newly expired souls."

"But I've done that before, your Magnitude.", Eli said with a look of confusion.

"Not like this.", Annabelle replied. "This time you will not be under any supervision, the fate of the souls you encounter will be trusted entirely upon your guidance. There is one making his way to the Hall of Judgement as we speak, a doberman named Dutch. There are a few blemishes on his record, but he shows great promise. I hope you will follow my example and show him the utmost compassion while he makes the rough transition into the afterlife."

'Great.', Eli thought to herself, 'So the bitch wants me to play babysitter after she denies me release? Sure, I'll go along.': "Thank you for your unwavering confidence in me, your Magnitude.", the hound groveled, "I won't waste this opportunity to prove my reformation to the Greater Dog."

"I hope not, the outcome will decide whether or not you remain in heaven.", said Annabelle as she manifested a small amulet in the shape of a crescent moon between her and Eli, a trinket that would allow the inferior angel to use a portion of the Seraph's abilities while she took on her tasks. The golden chain of the pendant settled around the bowing hound's neck, the crescent moon turning from white to purple as it connected with the soul of its bearer.

Elisheba sat up and held the amulet in her paws, enjoying the feeling of new power flowing through her celestial form. She decided to give it a test run, mentally instructing her heavenly enchanted regalia to restore her singed fur to its flowing, silvery beauty prior the Seraph's fiery arrival, but the blue aura of its magic fizzled out before it could take effect.

"The powers I have allotted you shall only be used to assist in your assignments, not your constant pursuit of vanity!", the observant whippet lectured.

The heat of wrath bubbled up inside the hound, but she wisely suppressed that anger and instead questioned the superior angel's reasoning with a simple, stone faced, "Why?"

"Since your vanity seems to be one of your very few motivators, it shall remain in its current state until I return.", Annabelle retorted firmly. "Only upon completion of your assignment shall your splendor be restored, as well as your permittance to "indulge".

Eli remained still while she stared up at her superior with violet eyes alight with suppressed rage, but the whippet's opposing glare of authority told her more than words ever could. "Understood, your Magnitude....", the hound returned in a low voice.

"Excellent.", Annabelle announced, a shimmering light engulphed her winged form as she prepared to transmit herself out of Eli's private cloud. "I hope to hear nothing but praise of your performance from your fellow angels when I return! Remember what I've taught you Elisheba, treat the lost with the same sympathy and patience that I have shown you, dismantle the doubts that have been placed upon your merit and prove that every dog deserves a second chance, no matter their past!"

The Seraph disappeared with a warm flash, leaving Eli in silent privacy once again. The hound waited until she no longer felt Annabelle's presence before slowly stepping off of her bed and sauntering to the opposite wall of the room, where a large gold-encrusted mirror rose itself from the black reflective floor. She said nothing as she examined the exact damage the Seraph's fire had done to her fur. Her mid-section had been burned almost bare, save for the fur around her paws, tail, and head! No more brilliant, silky silver strands that nearly dragged on the floor, just a plainish, smoky-gray hound!

Eli snarled, raised herself on her hindlegs, then slammed her forepaws into the mirror that falsely portrayed a hound of mediocre attraction, shattering the image into a hundred pieces as she let out a roar befitting a colossal draconic beast rather than a dog! When the rain of broken glass subsided, the hound sat back down and took several long, calming breaths. The glass shards around her tinkled as the golden frame of the mirror glowed and summoned them back into place, and once again reflected the homely ex-demon. Now that her fury had slightly subsided, Eli was able to do a more level-headed retake of the situation. Her magnificence wasn't entirely fucked, a few minor alterations could mend it just a little.

Summoning a length of black ribbon with gold fringes out from the leather trunk in the corner, along with a pair of shears, she forced the long fur around her head back with her telepathy and tied the ribbon around it in a bow, leaving her head-fur held in a ponytail, then the shears cut the remaining ribbon before swooping down to tidy up the fur around her paws. This new, cleaner look satisfied Eli, but the ponytail reminded her of Annabelle, the whippet who had denied her carnal release, threw away her favorite toy, and left her indiscernible from the mangy strays she had the displeasure of welcoming into heaven!

Those thoughts threatened to refuel her ire but also served reminded her that she had a job to do, some sad worthless mutt was waiting for her in the Hall of Judgment, and she'd been given free reign to do with him as she saw fit! The hound grinned. She'd show him compassion alright, by immediately tossing his soul into the blankness of purgatory! Of course, she'd take a few minutes to make him squirm before she did, lord every little sin, every imperfection over him until he broke down and cried for her mercy!

Now filled with the anticipation of being some poor soul's judge and executioner, Eli giggled like a playful pup as she returned her cloud to its original location in the ethereal plane, then closed her eyes and teleported herself out of her pocket universe.

~~_In the Hall of Judgement~~ _

The hound didn't reveal herself right away, instead she took a few seconds to appraise the ill-fated soul.

"Yo, what the hell happened? Where am I!?" The doberman called out as he frantically looked around the cloudy, ethereal landscape, trying to make sense of his predicament.

The shock of death hadn't yet caught up to him. Good, that would be another avenue that Eli could take to break this dog down! Just as she was about to unveil herself, she smelled it! After an extensive lifetime of hunting mostly male prey, and Annabelle's rigorous training to sniff out the many different sins, Eli found that she loved the telltale stink of rampant lust and heedless adultery the most. This doberman reeked of it! It seeped from every pore on his not-yet-angelic body!

Another course of torment dawned to the lurking hound, one she was far more inclined to entertain. She didn't have to throw this one away, why not use him? A single glance at the doberman's package solidified her decision. Oh yes, she would use him indeed! But not in a way he would like...

The dobie's alpha male atmosphere told her she would have to "break him in" before she took his essence from him. And since she no longer had her fangs, she needed a new way of planting her venom inside him so that he would carry her carnal lust past the pearly gates, which would curse him with the same burning desire and guarantee a source of authentic male essence to sate her own carnal urges that plague her!

A much more horrible concept entered Eli's mind, a way to kill two birds with one stone. The doberman would surely hate her for it, and if caught, the punishment would be most severe! But if the plan worked, she'd never have to rely on "toys" again, nor beg for Annabelle's permission to relieve her urges!

To Eli, the ends justified the means. The doberman's disgust for her would give way when the burning became too much to bear on his own, and he would seek her out to quell his flames of lust, and he would quell hers!

Eli alerted her prey to her presence, appearing before him in a blue orb. She wore the same hospitable smile that lured countless souls into her trap long ago. But the doberman would not know of a deceptive creature like her, as the modern world in which he had lived dismissed her existence as pure myth. The larger-than-life tale that was once a legend amongst beastkind quickly shrank down as the generations progressed and had dwindled to just a fable told to scare disorderly pups long before Dutch had been born.

So, he fell for the demon's friendly tone, her dazzling violet eyes, and her lithe, houndish figure.

"Welcome to the Hall of Judgement.", Elisheba announced in a soft voice that calmed Dutch's nerves...