Pure Bred

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The city of Luma is a reclaimed safe space from the corruption of demonic influences that taint the world beyond their border, but it's also boring. Dale follows the rules but sometimes wonders whether the stories of demonic beasts and the corruption of lust might really just be tales to keep the people under control. One of his harmless little rebellions of late night walks shows him whether demonic corruption is real and he'll never be the same.


The flat lands always felt so peaceful. Completely at odds with what lay beyond the treeline. On his side, green grass, peace, very few people all heading back into the city before dark.

From the city gate on the rise, he could see over that natural barrier that warned of the upcoming boundary between the reclaimed land. What he saw puzzled him. It looked entirely normal. A little less verdant, perhaps, but the distant landscape had roads, buildings, and figures dashing here and there. Nothing that betrayed the corruption and perversions that lay outside this bastion of safety.

He'd heard the stories of the men who chose to live out there rather than be subject to the restrictions placed on the people within the City of Luma. After the demonic corruption spread, the leading theory had been, and still was, that it was lust and depravity that had opened the way for it, and what kept it anchored here.

The normalcy of the view sometimes made Dale wonder whether it was all a story to control them. His whole life, nearly two decades, he only knew about the outside by stories. Stories that, he suspected, had been sanitized to barely resemble the truth.

So, Dale had his own little rebellion. He lingered down in the field as sunset approached. The denizens of the outside world tended not to bother with Luma because there were easier pickings of men to defile outside without having to deal with the stalwart patrols of the city.

He didn't have much time, the patrols were diligent, particularly around dawn and dusk. He loved the quiet early-evening air but he wasn't reckless, he always made sure to get back before dark. But, there was a thrill of the forbidden in being out near the edges of safety that was almost addictive.

Nothing ever happened in Luma so this was the most excitement he could get. Imagining hearing the roaring of beasts and creatures that lived on the other side of the border as they pounced on an unsuspecting human outside of the refuge of their warded home and then rutted them to quell their primal urges. Spreading their corruption.

Dale jumped and stumbled backwards when he saw the moving foliage and saw the large, black-furred head stick through. It looked like a dog. It gave a soft wuff. The rebellious teen looked back towards the city. The patrol hadn't come by yet. Would they hurt the poor thing out of fear?

"Hey, boy. Are you stuck?"

The dog whimpered and the blonde teen moved closer.

"Did you lose your owner and get lost?" Dale looked around again. No sign of any other people. Wouldn't someone be looking for their pet before it got too dark?

He was in front of the bush now. The animal's head was tilted down and Dale could hear it sniffing. As much as he wanted to help, Dale stopped advancing. "Can you come through? We'll find your owner together." The dog whimpered again but Dale couldn't bring himself to get any closer.

The dog lifted its head and Dale saw the snout and sharp eyes. Its pointed ears flicked and twitched, picking up every sound.

"We should get you inside before the patrol comes by, boy. They may mistake you for a monster."

"So they aren't around right now? Great." The dog said, its muzzle moving as it spoke then baring its teeth in a predatory smile.

Dale staggered backwards as the 'stuck' dog rose from whatever position it had used to conceal its body, breaking free of the leaves and twigs that had hidden anything more than its canine head from view.

The boy's mouth dropped open at witnessing one of the fabled creatures from the outside world. It was nothing like what he expected but he didn't doubt it was a corrupted fiend and the sight of the red, pointed tip leaking thin fluid freely over the furred sheath the rest of the length was hiding in left little doubt.

Dale regained his footing and spun, dashing back towards the city gates. The beast's arms wrapped around his chest before he got three steps and he shouted in panic. The creature pulled him close and the boy felt the confusing mix of hard muscle and soft fur pressing against him.

He wrinkled his nose as the musky scent of the animal even as he struggled to free himself, twisting and thrashing in the vise-like grip. The abomination clamped one hand, paw, or whatever over his mouth. He bit at it, terror filling him from head to toe.

Dale heard the distant cries of the alerted patrol guards. Help was coming, he just had to stall.

"Little shit," the dog creature snarled. "Come on, let's go somewhere more private."

The young man's endless thrashing made no difference. The towering mutt-man was too strong for Dale to be able to break his grip and he felt himself being led backwards towards the brush border. Hope of rescue dwindled. In desperation, the young man went limp in the creature's arms, making himself dead-weight to slow the fiend long enough for the guard to arrive and save him.

"Grrrr." The beast-man growled and tightened an arm around the boy's throat.

Already panicked, Dale fought to breath. He started to see spots and he tensed, attempting the futile struggle again. Too quickly, his vision narrowed into a fuzzy-edged black tunnel until there was only darkness.


Groggy, Dale woke and groaned. His throat hurt and he couldn't see. He gasped as the fog of unconsciousness faded and he recalled the nightmare of the creature from the bushes. What had he done to him? Had it been real? He turned his head side to side but it was pitch black but in doing so he felt cloth brush his nose. Relief flooded through him when he understood that he was blindfolded and not blind or in some lightless prison.

Dale sniffed and coughed. There was a strange smell in the air. It was thick and musky and the captive boy felt rope dig into his wrists as he attempted to cover his nose. It reminded him of the monster that had grabbed him. A quick check confirmed that his other arm, and his legs, were also locked down though he wasn't surprised at this point. Dale felt cold loops of metal against the edge of his hand as he explored the extent of his imprisonment. Was he on a table? The surface under him was cold and hard.

The boy heard a wuff of interest and then a familiar, gruff voice. "He's awake."

Dale was blinded by light when one of his captors yanked off his blindfold. The blonde looked around frantically. Three men stood above him. He was definitely on the floor. He recognised the one crouched next to him and holding the blindfold. It was the dog-man-creature. The two strangers were wearing gas masks and he couldn't see their faces. They looked human going by the naked bodies but for a black jockstrap. But why the masks? Was it the weird smell?

"What's going on?" Dale asked.

The beast leaned closer, sniffing at his crotch. The soft fur around his muzzle brushing against his exposed balls. "Mmm. You smell so good. So clean and fresh. You've been a good little Luma pup haven't you. Chaste and repressed."

"That's just what we need. Do you know anything about the real world, pup?"

Dale wriggled ineffectually in his bonds. "Of course I do!" He snapped.

The canine chuckled, a huffing mixed in with a low growl. "Sure you do. You know all about the thin barrier between here and...what shall we call it, hell? Not very imaginative but it'll serve."

The way his mouth dropped open scuttled any chance to bluff. His captor howled with laughter. "Good thing you don't play poker, pup."

"Stop calling me that. My name is Dale. What are you going to do to me? What are you?"

Dale felt the cool, slimy brush of the leaking penis poking from the creature's sheath. A clear strand of the beast's excitement smeared along his thigh. The captive boy screwed up his face, revolted.

"Awww, prim and proper 'Dale' can't handle a little pre-cum?"

The two gas-masked men moved around Dale's bound body and took up positions either side of him.

The canine flicked an ear and gave Dale a wink. "You can call me Rone. I'm one of the things your leaders probably warned you about with admonishments and bedtime stories, hmm?"

Dale swallowed a lump in his throat.

"I'm a hellhound. Well, mostly. I tracked you because sexy virgin cum is extremely powerful. That makes it valuable. They didn't tell you that back in your bastion of repression, did they?"

Dale couldn't get the words out. Not long ago he was wondering if it was all bullshit as some sort of compliance ploy but it was all true.

"We just want some, that's all." The toothy grin Kone gave Dale was not reassuring. "It's not the shameful, dirty thing your kind makes it out to be." The canine muzzle swung side to side as he shook his head, sadly. "All those men sneaking off early in the morning to wash their sheets hoping no one will know they soaked them with their man cream while dreaming of all sorts of fun things. Or, finding precious time and privacy when it gets too much so they can wrap their warm hand around themselves and pump away until they empty those delicious balls. But, those poor men are trapped in that place and the by lies in their heads. They permit only furtive, quick and dirty relief instead of letting themselves truly savour the pleasures and spray themselves with a full, mind-blowing release."

"No, I don't. I haven't," Dale protested, shaking his head as much as he could in his confined state.

"Really? Is that a reflex lie or?" The canine sniffed. "Hmm. Truth. You poor fucker." He waved a meaty hand-paw to dismiss the denial. "It doesn't matter if you have or not, you're still virgin either way as far as the power is concerned. As long as you've only been playing with yourself."

"I never have!" Dale shouted, irritated by the taboo topics being thrown at him one after the other. The fear was a constant companion so he reached for the anger to make himself feel better. "I'm not some twisted freak," he spat.

Kone jerked backwards, his ears drooped. Then he showed those extremely sharp teeth in another malicious grin. "Even humans cocks get hit with primal urges, Dale. It's just the nature of being an animal."

Dale fumed at the accusation and accompanying insult like he was some lowly animal without any control over instinct or basic urges. But, before he could muster another objection, the two humans above him demonstrated the point by fishing their members out of their black jocks and rubbing themselves.

Their moans, muffled by the headgear, were still audible and assaulted Dale's ears. Above him, two hard dicks were bobbing in his eyeline. Two men, not only stroking themselves where he was forced to watch, but clearly enjoying it. Almost rubbing his nose in it. The two thick members overhead started to drip. Clear fluid dropping down to his stomach. Dale roiled against the ropes to try to get away from the depraved leakings.

The two gas-masked humans were throwing themselves into the feeling of it, rocking their hips to meet their hands. Dale turned his head for any respite from the lustful, pornographic onslaught. He noticed the marks on the floor. Scratches marred the stone of the ground around him. His mind leapt on the distraction, was everything in the outside world in such poor condition and disrepair. Not just the humanity of the people but the buildings and earth as well?

Dale yelped in surprise when he felt something warm and wet slide across his balls. Being naked made him feel so vulnerable and Kone was taking advantage of his exposure.

"What are you doing?!" Dale cried, the structural conditions forgotten. Panic started rising in him again, not just because that toothy maw was near his manhood. He scrunched his eyes up, breathing heavily as he fought it but his horror mounted. The warm, wet tongue on his plump balls felt weirdly pleasant.

This was lustful behaviour, and dangerous, he knew. Despite his fears, his flaccid dick started to stir and fill with blood, thickening and lengthening. The moans of the two humans only made things worse. He couldn't stop himself from stiffening. His modest endowment lifted itself off the top of his tongue-lashed balls and started pointing towards his navel. He'd experienced that feeling before, seemingly spontaneously and randomly. But, it had gone away before too long. Never had something seemed to trigger it. The noises the men above him were making over the squelching sound of their hands pumping their human cocks. Answering some fictional urge...his certainty wavered as he couldn't hold in a gasp when Kone's cold, wet nose pressed under his sac.

"There you go. Just enjoy it."

'Even human dicks,' the dog had said. "Stop. Don't," Dale whined, his hands clenched and unclenched at nothing.

Kone lifted his head, pulling away. Dale's scrotum was wet and the air suddenly made his balls feel cool. It was weird, foreign. He'd wanted Kone to stop so why was he disappointed when the sensation stopped?

Another chuckle came from the upright hellhound. "Look at that thing twitch," he chuckled. See, even human dicks have a mind of their own. Dale looked down at his body, he could feel it but he saw it too. His average meat stretched up from between his legs up to his stomach. It moved on its own, like it was trying to climb higher. He could feel the tingle as blood filled it.

"Nnngh." It was unintelligible but it felt like Dale had to fight his own body. The new feelings and the air by the sounds of the two human men pleasuring themselves needed his full attention to ignore.

"You were such a brave boy going so close to the border of the reclaimed areas," Kone said. "We're so glad we got to meet you." Kone went out of sight and he heard a wet noise.

Dale coughed again. Without Kone's attention, he was far more aware of the smell of the room. It was oppressive and it filled his nostrils with every breath almost like it was sticking to him. His cock made a little twitch.

"Smells good, doesn't it?" Kone was back.

"No." Dale denied, it didn't. It was strange, unique so his curiosity was naturally piqued but he wouldn't call the musky smell appealing in any way.

"No?" Kone repeated, doubtful. Dale looked up at the beast creature and wished he hadn't. He got a clear view of the sheath but now there was a lot more red canine cock poking out of it. It was also large. At least 9 inches of red rocket poking up. Dale couldn't help but stare at the size of it, his eyes going wide. And below it, there was a bulge inside the sheath. It was weird. Did the corrupted have two sets of balls? Given what Kone had said about why he'd been brought here, maybe the unnatural creatures on the outside had extra nuts to generate more...No. He stopped that thought mid-formation.

"Here, get a closer look," Kone said, grinning at the boy's eyes locked on his pointy weapon. He squatted down, the glistening member inches from Dale's face.

Dale gasped but that only served to fill his lungs with a rich, spicy scent wafting up from the moist cock protruding from Kone's sheath. All attempts for him to move his head away failed and Kone delighted in his distress.

"There you go, you do like it." He felt his own, much smaller meat jump up and land with a smack on his stomach again.

"What...?" A surge of arousal swept through Dale. He looked up at Kone, confused, terrified.

"That's called being horny. Hellhound pheromones will do that."

Dale struggled in his bonds again, he was sweating like crazy, like a fever. The humiliation of being exposed and bound, of getting a boner in front of strangers should have made his dick go down after the dog-man had stopped licking him. To want to hide away but instead it throbbed, hard and eager.

The boy panted which only flooded him with more of the musky scent of the canine's equipment. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."

"Here, you've been such a good boy, have some more." Kone rose and stepped one foot over the strapped-down human and gave him a wink. He lowered into a crouch.

Dale stared in shock as he got a look at the hybrid creature's rear end. He watched in panic as the tail swayed gently and got closer and closer and the human felt the canine balls rest over his nose. The boy held his breath. He started to shake his head side to side but he couldn't escape. His body forced him to breath and he inhaled. Deep, gasping breaths of point-blank Kone musk.

"Your body knows what it needs, Dale. Can you feel it?"

The human fought to focus on what the canine was saying but his head was foggy and full of the hellhounds undercarriage. All he could think about was another breath and the honed in awareness of his suddenly very heavy balls. Dale had never felt like that, he couldn't stop thinking about his dick being able to touch anything. Anything at all. His balls felt so full, he *needed* to empty them. Dale was drowning in an unyielding desperation to cum.

Another breath and another. Dale wondered if it smelled this good what it might taste like. Before he could find out, Kone rose up. "That's probably enough. You can have more later if you like."

The hellhound gave a little laugh when he saw Dale's tongue poking partially out. "Just in time."

Kone's balls hung low and swayed as he stepped away from his captive human. With the canine out of the way, Dale again saw the two normal-sized but very hard human cocks above him. Wet, glistening. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

"I could do it for you but I think it'd mean more for you to free yourself," Kone said.

Dale gave him a dazed, uncomprehending look. His balls hurt. His dick was straining to get harder when it was already at its limit. The boy heard a clunk and the eyelet in the floor had opened, the ropes holding his right arm in place were free.

Kone watched.

Instantly, Dale grabbed his throbbing meat and began pumping. The slickness from the leaking helped and he shuddered, whimpering in pleasure. He still felt an overwhelming *need* to empty his balls but his sensitive dong lit up every nerve in his body with every touch.

How had he never done this before?

There was a reason. A good one? He thought there was but his mind was all jumbled. He could figure out that later, right now he needed to cum. Hard.

It didn't take long. Dale started breathing faster as he felt his balls tighten up, preparing to blast out his seed. The thick, musky smell of Kone was wet and fresh on his nose.

"Here we go, they never take very long, eh?" Kone chuckled. The two guys joined him but were far more interested in working their own human fucksticks.

Dale's body seized up. Pleasure burned up his spine and he felt splat after splat of his hot jizz painting his stomach and chest. He was coating himself in an unbelievable amount of white spunk.

Kone swiped up a glob of the boy's load before another two orgasms triggered above them. The two gas-masked men groaned long and low as several shots each of fresh human cream rained down on the captive boy who was still struggling to find his way back to reality after his first orgasm.

The canine hybrid rubbed some of the cum above Dale's lip and the boy twitched his nose in reflex. If he'd been more aware, he may have been grossed out by it, and all the stranger's semen spattered all over his body, but all he could really care about right now was the wonderful feeling of shooting out all his cum.

The remaining metal hoops in the floor opened with respective clunks. Dale was free but the orgasm was still locking up his muscles and whiting out his mind. That was still all that mattered. He was helpless to it. Dale's cock pumped and pumped, spraying his jizz everywhere. All over his body, over the floor all around him. It spurted up and rained down, an unnatural amount of white nutjuice enthusiastically released.

Kone jumped backwards. The sudden movement caught Dale's attention and he finally started to process the situation. With the bindings released and his balls empty, Dale was finally able to focus on getting away. He got to his feet but as he went to step forward and bolt from the room he hesitated, worried. The scratches on the floor were glowing. His seed was splattered everywhere, over most of them. Puddles and streaks of teen cum surrounded him and dripped off of him. He gulped, real fear gripped him and he turned to Kone who gave him a wink, his hand rubbing slowly up and down his exposed canine member.

Dale screamed. The need to shoot had been an ache. Now he felt a burn. The pain tore through his body. "Ahhggh," he couldn't hold it in. His voice sounded rougher in his ears, perhaps warped by the pain.

The boy lost his balance, falling to his hands and knees. He yelped as a spark of pleasure went through him as he landed. Something about it felt right, natural. He groaned as the pain returned but twisted itself into a type of pleasure. His body warped and his fingernails grew sharp and lengthened.

"Whaas happ'ing?" Dale's tongue felt strange and his face stretched forward. "Oohhhh." The sensation was bizarre and he felt the rest of him crunching, snapping, shrinking and growing in turns. The smell of the room was suddenly one thousand times stronger. The scent of his cum on his nose was pure and sweet. He felt drawn to it. He could smell Kone from where he was, as clearly as if his nose was buried under the hellhound's tail.

Dale's head felt tight, like it was being squeezed. His whole body started to feel it. It was getting harder for him to think. The boy looked up at the other humans, pleading with his eyes and they watched him, their gas masks obscuring their expression but he could see they'd started stroking themselves as they watched whatever was happening to him. Remnants of their earlier release just adding lubrication to another round.

He couldn't get a handle on it. It was weird, he felt another pressure in his head. His whole body was on fire. He felt another stretch at the base of his spine. He whimpered. A tail. He was growing a tail. What had they done to him? The pressure built and built and then, pop, there it was, a fluffy appendage tucked between his legs. He cried out and it changed into a howl. "Ahhhhhh.....rooooo"

Dale sniffed the air. The cum on his nose was gone but the imprint of it, its clear, pure musk was sharp in his memory. He sniffed again and smelled something very similar to it but that smell was distant and faint.

Then he howled when his body burned once again. He dropped to the floor and curled into a ball, his tail still tucked. His body stretched out again, growing. His arms and legs got longer, his chest puffed out. His claws receded and he had fingers again. He yelped as he felt the tail sucked back into his body.

With a final shudder, Dale collapsed on to the refreshingly cool stone floor. Panting, gasping for breath.

"Wow," Kone was still stroking himself, staring at the human boy. "That was something."

Dale pushed himself to all fours and stood, wobbly. He looked around for a mirror. His hands sought over his body, searching for signs he was some bestial monstrosity but there was nothing. He was the same as he'd always been.

"Thanks for your help," Kone said, gesturing to the door.

"I thought...you'd make me into something like you," Dale said as he tried to get the relief to counteract the terror that had his heart hammering in his chest.

"Not yet," Kone gave Dale a toothy grin.

Dale paled. "Yet?"

The canine shrugged. "How did you like jerking off?"

The question seemed innocent but the memory of his hand rubbing up and down his cock had felt incredible and his soft dick began to plump up, unbidden. The way his mind had narrowed to that one thing. Then the moment when everything stopped. The slit opened and white hot pleasure poured out of him and then the ability to think again returned.

Kone pointedly rubbed his hand up and down his rocket a few times. Dale stared and shook his head.

"We just needed your cum for our little ritual. You're free to go unless you want to stay."

"Why would I stay?" Dale asked. He hadn't stopped staring at the angry, red prong jutting up from the hellhound's sheath.

Kone gave another shrug, "I dunno. Maybe you find something you want?"

Dale waved his arms. "After whatever the hell you just did, no way. That *hurt*!"

"Yeah. Sorry about that. Summoning a hellhound across smoothly is kind of a work in progress. Was fucking hot though, watching your body shift like that. But, it was fun before that, right? You liked giving in to your urges, it felt great?"

The boy shook his head. "No," he said but it was hollow. A part of him had enjoyed some of it. A lot of it. It was clear to him why lust was such a dangerous thing. He knew what it could cost but having felt what he'd felt he already wanted to feel it again. Over and over. He had to get out of here.

"Okay, sure. Be careful heading back. Not everyone is as nice as us."

Dale gulped and glanced at the exit with trepidation for the first time.

"You can always join us. We can do that a lot, and more that just what we did this time. You haven't even tried fucking. That's something not to miss."

The human took a step back but there was no hiding the little twitch in his hanging dick, still exposed to the world but especially the keen eyes of his hellhound captor.

"Oh right, right. I forgot. You're in control of yourself. Purity and lustless and all that. Your loss. I'm going to clean up your mess."

"My...?" Dale didn't finish. The hellhound lowered himself to all fours. He leaned his face to the floor and started to lick up some of the puddles of jizz Dale had left. "What are you doing? Ugh!"

Kone didn't answer and his lapping echoed in the room alongside the almost-tuned-out constant fapping of the other two humans. His tail wagged and lifted, showing off a tight pink pucker of muscle.

Dale had taken a step forward before he noticed what he was doing. His eyes locked on to the hole swaying back and forth. Under it, Kone's weighty nuts hung low. The boy clenched his fists, planting his feet but the lure was so strong. He leaned forward. Fighting himself all the way. An instinct in him was begging him to get closer. Just one more sniff before he left and went back to his old life, that was all.

The human lost the battle and dropped down behind Kone, placing his hands on the dog-man's hips and buried his nose in his balls. He took a deep breath and groaned like some deep need had been met.

Dale sniffed again. He nuzzled at the hanging sac of flesh. The musky scent was just as amazing as it had been when he'd been tied down but now he could have as much as he wanted. He stuck out his tongue and tasted the salty balls of his abductor. He moaned softly as the flavour danced on his tongue like nothing he'd ever tasted.

"Heh heh. Found something you like, pup?"

"Mmmph." Dale's mouth was busy and he couldn't bear to part from his prize to reply. Instead he huffed another dose of the canine's scent but then the balls were no longer resting on his nose and he was staring at the doorway. He squeaked in surprise, disoriented that Kone had so effortlessly spun him around so he was on hands and knees and facing away from the hellhound.

Kone dove forward and Dale gibbered when he felt the new, entirely unique sensation of the hellhound's long tongue slathering over his back door. He lowered his chest towards the floor, resting his cheek against the cool stone as the warm, wet muscle circlined and nudged at his virgin hole. He never thought to do that when he had Kone's vulnerable tail hole in his sights.

The boy's cock hardened under him, dripping to add more mess to the stone flooring. The spatters of his earlier releases lay next to Dale's head and filled his nose with more pleasant scents now he'd been awakened to their allure.

The two humans grunted as they stained the floor with another load. The scent of their release fresh in the air. The pair pet Dale on the head and left the room, closing the door.

"We're all animals," Kone said and the instincts roiling in his young body made it so Dale could no longer argue. "Embrace it," Kone growled, putting some bite in the words.

Dale tried to surface from the pleasure he'd been drowning in. "What did you do?"

Kone poked Dale's hole with his tongue once more, getting another squeal out of the boy. "Your cum opened the way for a summoning. You're a hellhound, welcome to the club."

"I'm possessed?" Dale sounded confused and panicked again but he didn't get up from the floor. He kept his ass in the air, his pucker winking at Kone.

"No, it's what you are now. It doesn't take you over, just lets you take advantage of those primal instincts that are so much fun to enjoy."

"But I don't look like you," Dale said, latching on to denial.

"Nope. But we can fix that. Wouldn't you like a nice big rod of your own to play with?" Kone stroked his erect prong a few times and then reached forward and put his hand under Dale's nose.

The boy flinched then started snuffling Kone's palm and licking it. It smelled so good, he couldn't resist it. He felt the steady dripping of fluid from his own inferior human cock.

"Canine cock is so much better, pup."

Canine cock is better? No. That didn't sound right. The source of the scent was gone and his head began to clear but then Kone's other paw was in front of his face and Dale's eyes fluttered as he breathed in the heady scent.

"Smell that hound cock. Let me give you a canine cock, Dale. Sniff and picture it. Don't you want a nice, huge and leaky dog cock."

The hound's cock scent surrounded Dale. It awakened something inside him. An instinct, a need. He felt his balls churning for the second time in his life. His nuts felt so swollen and full. His human meat was hard and throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He reached under himself, and his touch was electric.

"Do it." Dale said to the hand in his face between licks.

Kone smiled and rested the point of his leaky, canine rod against Dale's slobber-wet hole. "You're going to love it, pup," the hellhound said and slid inside.

"Gahhh." Dale felt his tiny hole stretching around the massive canine cock being fed into him. The human boy reached forward, using both hands to stop himself from toppling forward with the pressure. He wanted to ask Kone to take it out, he clenched down on the rod, fighting with himself. A burning need for release versus the pain of the monster rod forcing him open.

Kone huffed, resting his forearms on Dale's back. He growled low and menacing in Dale's ear. Dale felt Kone's hand-paw over his mouth but he smelled that familiar scent and he breathed deep. The smell of the hellhound made his eyes flutter and his hole relaxed.

Both of them lost themselves to instinct. They needed to rut.

Dale whimpered in the swirling mix of the aching stretch and pleasure, gnawing at the paw pads in his face as he licked and breathed in the intoxicating musk of the hellhound that had mounted him.

Kone fucked deep and rough. Grunting and growling as he let himself go to his animal nature. "Yeah, you wanted a leaky dog cock. Here you go, pup."

Dale felt the searing heat of the leaking excitement spilling from the rod in his ass. Every drop was a sweet burn as it dribbled out of the pistoning stud hound inside of him. Kone's next thrust went deep and hard and bumped something inside of him. The human bucked and yelled, his modest meat spat a glob of his pure, human pre-cum on the floor beneath him.

"Ohhh, yeah. Found your bitch button," Kone said, his voice a deep rumble and he slammed it again.

The human, ass up, groaned when his prostate was mashed. He felt an ache in his fingers. Every in stroke from the dominant male pounding his hole added more burning pre-seed into his guts and his fingernails darkened and altered to claws. The palms and pads of his fingers roughened, giving him more grip to hold himself steady for the beast atop him.

Kone pulled all the way out and Dale panted out, "what are you doing? Don't stop. Please. I need it." The human's body had been shifting with every drop of Kone's pre-cum awakening the hellhound within Dale.

The full hellhound gritted his teeth. "Believe me, it's harder on me to pull out of that hot hole than it is on you and your need to be rutted, pup."

Dale hissed through his teeth as the hot pre-cum of the creature that was claiming his dripped on his back. Drop after drop. Every one almost hot enough to burn his flesh. He felt Kone's paw slide up his back, rubbing the fluid in a smear up his body, from his shoulders down to his ass.

"Mmmmm," the former human shivered and the peculiar prickling sensation of dirty-blonde fur growing along his body drove him wild. Before he could say more Kone presented his hand in his face again and the smell was strong and rich. He licked it and immediately felt the burning heat and his tongue grew long, hanging from his mouth. He lapped and breathed deeply of the new scent. In his eagerness, he felt the warmth on his nose and his face changed. A muzzle, the sensitivity of his nose heightened further and his mind plunged under the waves of Kone's musk.

Kone drove his leaking hole wrecker back home, shifting his weight and planting his feet. His thighs bulged with tension as he picked up the pace. Ramming himself home and out fast and faster.

Dale dug his new claws into the stone, drive made with lust and the changes rippling through his body. His humanity was being shed, his form twisted into the corrupted hellhound he had become.

His arms bulged and flexed as the demonic essence increased his power to defend and hunt. The dirty-blonde fur spread down them. His glutes, too, grew and hardened, adding resistance to Kone's thrusts and making the full hellhound howl and slam the deepest and hardest yet.

Dale felt Kone slamming against his abused hole. Thrusting deep and then grinding against the outside of his hole. It added a delicious extra stimulation the former virgin would never had imagined. The grinding was insistent. Then, another pull back and SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. Kone buried his bone deep and Dale screamed when his already stretched virgin hole gave up against whatever had been grinding against him and he was forced to open wider. The sensation was exquisite agony when his hole swallowed the unyielding object.

Dale panted in relief and at the intensity when his pucker somehow closed up around it and trapped it inside him. As soon as he felt his body seal up around the intrusion, Kone howled scratching at Dale's sides with his claws. Kone pumped streams of searing hellhound cum pumped into Dale, filling him up, then held still. Dale's ears twitched, changing their position, pointing, becoming fuzzy, and the shape of his head completed its shift into a full muzzle that matched the the full hellhound resting atop him.

Kone started licking the back of Dale's neck, his sigh brushing along the new beast's fresh fur in a uniquely original sensation for him. "You took my knot. Good pup," Kone breathed into the ear of the incomplete creature beneath him.

"What?" Dale was still panting. His ass twitched and pulsed at the base of Kone's knot, struggling to accommodate both it and Kone's large cock so deep in his body. He felt so full, he'd wondered if the other hellhound had pushed a fist into him. The pressure against his insides was making him leak under them and the flood of cum had only added to the fullness. Dale couldn't stop the spasms of his hole around Kone and every twitch seemed to summon another squirt of canine cum despite his thinking Kone had been spent.

Dale let out a weak growl, writhing on Kone's knot. The other hellhound licked him and then closed his mouth around his neck. Gently but there was no mistaking the dominant control Kone was exerting. The pressure and still spurting hound jizz was sending fireworks off in Dale's head. It was intense.

Dazed, neither creature was fully aware of the time or how long it had been but Dale groaned. It wasn't painful but uncomfortable but he recognised the feeling as his tailbone extended. The base of his spine stretching out and his fluffy blonde tail started wagged back and forth. Yet another unfamiliar feeling as the soft fur brushed against Kone's stomach.

Kone released his grip around Dale's neck and gave the side of his face a lick. "Good pup," he said.

Finally the pressure started to ease and Dale felt Kone tugging occasionally. It made the former human moan but eventually he felt the give again and his hole opened and released the knot and monster hellhound dick. A river of cum trailed it, flowing through his new fur and leaking down the backs of his legs.

Kone leaned in and licked up his thighs. Dale squirmed, it tickled. The older hellhound gave a warning growl and Dale stilled, allowing the beast behind him to clean the mess they'd made of his hindquarters.

The cool air of the room tickled his opening. He could feel it gaping open, the knot's withdrawal having stretched him yet again. It was slowly closing but Dale feared his sphincter was ruined.

The room was saturated with the scent of their rutting. His leakings and the strong smell of hellhound cum leaking out of him. His cock twitched again.

"Heh, humans really struggle with those hellhound pheromones. That's why those two had those masks. I'd have had them firing off far too early." Kone winked.

Dale's voice cracked when he asked, "I'm still human?"

"Only a little bit left," Kone said. He tapped Dale's side to get him to roll over and they both saw it. His body was furred, muscled. He would need to get used to his muzzle and his intense sense of smell. Kone looked him up and down.

"You made a good looking hellhound, Dale. Hmm, we may need to give you a new name but not yet. We need to finish the job."

Dale looked down at the rest of him. His feet were starting to grow claws but he knew the part of his human self that Kone meant when he compared himself to the beast that was reshaping him.

The mushroom head and pale skin of his modest manhood was true to its name. The symbol of his remaining humanity. The other hellhound gave him another toothy grin and leaned down. Dale gasped from another lick at his sensitive, tender tail hole. He had a tail hole now.

Kone swiped his paw across his muzzle and then stroked Dale's human hardness. The boy gasped again, he stared down at his lap and watched his balls turn fuzzy and a furry sheath climb up his length.

"Ohhhh," Dale moaned loudly, unashamed. The tingling of the change added to the pleasure. He looked up to see Kone watching his spire intently. Dale turned his eyes back to it just in time to see it turning red, a fierce red and the flared mushroom head smoothed into a pointed tip. The sheath stopped half-way up but his cock continued to extend. Bigger, and longer. Dale's eyes were wide as saucers as he took in his new eight inch dick.

"Nice. You're lucky it's smaller than mine," Kone chuckled with a huff of breath. "I made you, I'm in charge."

"Canine cock," Dale breathed. Kone ruffled the top of his head.

"That's right. You're going to love it," Kone said. Dale reached for his new doggy dick but Kone swatted his hand away. "Uh uh. You're still too human. We gotta fix that."

"Huh? How?" Dale looked down at himself and over his shoulder, his cock retreating slowly into his sheath. That would take getting used to too. The apparently-still-human tried to see every inch of himself and where the stain of his humanity was stopping him from fully embracing the hellhound inside of him, now so eager to complete his transformation and become a corrupted horn dog.

"You'll see," Kone said and came face-to-face with Dale. Surprised, Dale opened his muzzle as Kone licked it, sharing a mouthful of hellhound cum that still retained its scorching heat. The potent seed made his cock drool the last of his human precum. The next drops leaking from his sheath had the distinct scent of corrupted seed.

But his mentor hellhound's dominant jizz sizzled on his tongue and Dale started to growl. His cock shot out of his sheath, the fuzzy skin retracting and his hard, pointed cock ready and eager to do just what it was designed for.

"I'm in charge," Kone said, "but that doesn't mean we can't have fun." The older hellhound flipped himself over on to all fours and lifted up his swishing tail. Dale scrambled to get off the floor and slathered his tongue over the extremely tight-looking pucker.

"Mmmm, you're a quick learner. But don't be gentle. I'm a big hellhound, I can take it."

Dale didn't need more encouragement. The taste of hellhound was overwhelming. He needed to fuck. It was the only thing in his mind as he lined up his tainted pre-spilling rocket to Kone's wet ass and sank in. Kone grunted under him but his tail hole welcomed the new hellhound and Dale yipped and growled as he pistoned his puppy prick into the older beast.

"With my cum and just being a pup, you're not gonna last long. Can you feel it? Your animal nature. The beast in you?"

Instinct took over and Dale was thrusting with reckless abandon.

"Pull out. Stop," Kone said.

Dale snarled. He understood why Kone had growled at him when he'd said the same thing. Kone chuckled but roared. Some instinct deep in the back of his brain reacted and Dale backed off. His raging canine cock bobbing and dribbling hellhound pre.

Kone looked over his shoulder. His tail hole still open, wet with their rutting. A sliver of his pre slipped out and every part of Dale wanted to slide back inside that ass.

"Tell me what you are, pup," Kone said.

Dale blinked once. Then again. Fighting with his urges to answer the question. "Hellhound," he gasped.

Kone didn't reply.

The former human needed to fuck. This wasn't fair. He had to bury himself in Kone. "Beast," Dale's voice was rough. "Horny beast. Fuck. Corrupted animal. Primal."

Kone still looked over his shoulder, "that you are. Any part of you human?"

Dale growled, frustrated at being kept from his prize. "No. I'm a virile Hellhound."

"Pup," Kone added. Dale snapped his jaws and Kone laughed. "What are your instincts telling you, you horny mutt?"

"Rut! Breed!" Dale howled and he felt a tightness in his sheath and then his knot spilled out into the open.

"There it is. Good pup. I'll show you how to make more hellhounds, pup. But for now, give in to the beast."

Dale plunged forward, jabbing him aching canine meat back into Kone. His large knot bumped against Kone's entrance but wouldn't go in. Dale thrust again. And again. He ground himself against the hellhound under him, growling and grunting.

Finally, after another few thrusts he felt the hellhound yield and Dale knotted the beast who bred him. Kone howled and clamped down around Dale's hefty knot and the hellhound pup joined him. The dual howl signalling the pup's virgin fuck and unleashing his first load of boiling hellhound jizz. Dale sprayed Kone's insides and then lay still. He licked at the fur on Kone's back and little clenches of Kone's hole caused demonic puppy cum to pulse into the overstuffed hole.

After the swollen knot went down, Dale was able to slip out of his packmate. He eagerly lapped at the spilled jizz and enjoyed getting a surprised gasp out of Kone.

"Good boy. Fine fucking, pup. You're going to love being a hellhound."


They slept for a long time. Breeding a new hellhound was almost as exhausting as being remade into one so Kone looked like he was only just up when Dale opened his eyes. The pup felt a pulse in his sheath.

Dale decided Kone had it right and he was going to love being a hellhound.

"Come on," Kone opened the door and ascended into the later afternoon. Dale followed him.

Outside, the fresh air was almost foreign after the miasma of sweat, human, and hellhound cum in their den. But Dale's nose tingled. A faint scent on the wind. He turned and looked across the street into the distance.

Kone looked in the same direction. "You smell it. That's a virgin, you may not smell that much except near Luma. But that," Kone sniffed and turned to the south and Dale followed suit. The scent was similar but slightly less sweet.

"What is it?"

"That's a horny male in need of release but probably trying not to risk any predators that are attracted by spilled seed."

"Not us," Dale said and Kone smile his sharp-toothed grin and the tip of his cock peeked out of his sheath. Dale sniffed again. "He's close."

Kone nodded. "Time to hunt."