The Canine Underworld Part of The Dream That Turned Real Story Series by Triple x X x Werewolf Chapter #11, Created 1/11/2013

WARNING: CONTAINS OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE AND/OR RACIAL SLURS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Previously..

"Hmm.. The--"

"What's your favorite color?" Dan interjected before Gorn's mighty hand shoved him back.

"Please ignore that last question."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now.. uh.. nm.." Gorn stalled. "Have you any memory of recent hunts that have happened in this realm?"

"Huh, now that you mention, I do remember just walking around, but then this great beast jumped me, and then used me for his own satisfation." Modruk described.

Mike's eyes snapped open; Was this the result of his reckless breeding impulse?

"There was another, too. But it stayed back, perhaps waiting for it's turn."

"Listen well. If you recognize any of us from that memory, you can tell us."

"I.. can, actually. The one, it looked like him, over there." the demon Modruk pointed to Ryan.

"Then that means... Mike, step forward, if you will."

Mike came forth, as per Gorn's request, wondering if he was busted.

"Show him your alternative form."

Without question, Mike shifted into his full Feral form, wings spread slightly. Modruk screamed like a ninny and promptly hid behind Gornak.

Mike quickly shifted back to his anthro form and promptly backed off, slipping outside.

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"Oh, fuck!" Mike cursed. Of course, in Hell, you're free to do pretty much anything you desire, but sometimes, there's a price that comes with it.

Mike dared not ask himself how or why it happened; He had the answer already.

"Ah shit! Now what do I do?" he continued. He felt like running, but he couldn't abandon his friends.

"Mike, you're not off the hook yet, y'better come back." Dan said. Mike reluctantly complied and returned inside.

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"I might as well say it... I'm sorry for raping you, I'm sorry for turning you into stone, and I'm sorry I absorbed you. Ryan had apologised for raping me, I should do the same for the next-in-line, which was you." Mike said in a calm tone, arms folded across his wide chest, Ryan patting the other werewolf on the shoulder.

"Well, Mike, I appreciate hearing that, and I forgive you for your past actions, and I will apologise to you for giving you that nightmare. I had no idea that humans could be so tight, I really am sorry for doing that to you." Modruk said.

"I shall accept it." Mike replied before turning to Gorn. "Huddle?"

Gorn grunted in acceptance. "A moment, Modruk."

"Not a problem, for we have all the time in the world."

Gorn furrowed a brow before turning to the huddle.

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First Person

"Okay, so, what info were you able to get out of him?" I asked.

"He is, in essence, a blank slate; He knows nothing aside from recently." Gorn replied.

"So, he only remembers the time when I bucked him, all up till now? That can't be all."

"I'm afraid it is the truth, Mike. Eventually, though, he may recover memories that should be of use to us, if any."

"Y'know, I just had a thought..." Dan said, continuing. "Maybe the reason he doesn't remember, is because you never absorbed that part of him."

"Hmm, could be."

"That, or he coulda been mindless to begin with." Dan replied, snickering.

"You wanna be mindless, Dingo?"

"Too late, mate- I've already lost my mind as soon as I got here."

"Ohh, Good counter, Dan." Ryan said.

"Alright, so no info, no memories, no nothing. Blank slate, ready for training, then."

"All correct." Gorn nodded.

"Alright, let's, and I mean you, Gorn, go break him in."

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Third person

"We have many thoughts of what to do with you, and we have considered..." Lupo said, pausing. "Modruk, what abilities do you posess? What can you do that we might not?"

"Well, I can fly.. s-sorta." Modruk said, showing his wings.

"Same." Mike said, raising his hand and wings.

"I can't run too fast.."

"That's most of us. How fast're we talkin' about? Fifteen mile an hour?" Dan interrogated.

"How's 'fast enough to give you a run for your life' sound?" Modruk replied, staring the dingo down with one eye closed.

"Fair enough."

"What fighting abilities do you have?" Ryan asked.

"As of right now, none to speak of, but I shall learn in time."

Do you have any magical abilities that you could one day teach us?" Gorn asked.

"Magic...." Modruk thought out loud.

Everyone had their eyes locked on him, before Dan started levitating. "Whoaa, what's going on?"

"Oh, that's one'a them." Modruk chuckled as Dan was freed of the invisible force, to land flat on his back.

"Telekinesis... Interesting. What others do you have?" Gorn said.

"Uhhhhh... That's all of them for now, otherwise, my fighting would be mostly land-based."

"oou-kaayy... What are your strongest and weakest points?" Dan asked.

"My strong points? Let's see.. I'm big, Which means I can wipe out anything smaller than myself.. My weak points are... I don't think i have any."

"Perhaps your intelligence?" Dan asked the demon.

"Calling me stupid, n---a?" Modruk said, lifting the dingo up again. Gorn growled low, signaling to put him down. "Sorry, he just kicked me with that one."

"Now, Modruk, for this next question, I want you to think carefully before you reply." Gorn told him.

"Yes, sir."

"Mike told us that you're pretty-well endowed down there, true or false?" Ryan asked.

Modruk stuttered a bit, trying to find the right words to make the sentence he had in his mind work.

"U-um, well, I am..."

"Would you care to show us?" Dan said.

"I'm too embarrassed to show it." Modruk sheepishly told them.

"Dude, we're all guys here. we've shown off to each other already. Besides, you've already shown my mate, and then some." Ryan told the demon.

"Okay, then. I might need some help getting it up, though.."

"Alright, who's man enough to touch him? Who's gonna touch him?" Mike asked.

They all looked at each other.

"I'll do it." Gornak said.

The others turned thier backs, not wanting to see Gorn jack off the Demon.

"My, my... You are, uh- mm.. very much well-endowed." they heard the bull-man say. "Ah, yes, you are the one from Mike's dream."

"Hey, don't leave me hangin'! I was enjoying that!!" Modruk exclaimed as Gorn walked over to huddle with the others.

"So, what? Is he big?" Dan asked.

"Do you see what I see?" Modruk said, his giant cock squeezing into the huddle.

"Well, murr!" Dan said, almost drooling. "You're a BIG boy, aren't ya?"

They broke the huddle to look at the Demon.

"Is this the size that you remember from your 'nightmare'?" Ryan asked.

"Yep, that's what the flyin' cat wrote. Though it felt way larger than that." Mike replied.

"Well, s'as big as it gets... unless y'wanna..." Modruk said, hinting at something.

"No, no, no, no, hell fuckin' NO." I said. "And I still can't believe what's happening right now. And, Dan, I know what you're thinking, and... No."

"What was I thinking, then?"

"About having another flight race."

(BOOM!!)

"Whoa, the fuck??!" I said as Ryan jumped into my arms before another shockwave knocked us all on our asses.

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Third Person

Everyone cautiously stepped out of the house to investigate.

"What the hell was that?" Dan asked.

"What technologies do your kind possess, Demon?" Gorn asked. "Actually, forget I asked."

"INCOMING!!!" Lupo shouted as an explosion was seen in the distance.

"Get close, guys!" Dan said, activating his whip-shield.

Mike was growing curious of the explosion's origin, and decided to check it out.

"You guys get close; I'm gonna go see what made that."

He flew but fourty feet before losing control of his wings, flailing around in the air a moment before falling face-first onto the ground.

"Guhh, how'd that happen?" he asked, pausing before standing up.

"That would have been me." Gorn apologized. "Whatever made that thing surely must be stronger than any of us. You'll have to 'stick with the pack', in other words."

"Besides, look. It's getting.... Closer?!" Lupo exclaimed.

Mike had a split second to turn and see the unknown object as it sped at them too fast to gauge, and crashed into the werewolf, sending the two flying down into the crater, the shockwave from their landing blowing dust out and above ground-level.

"Man, it's like-- ah, damn." Ryan said to himself, putting his arms up before following the others to the crater's edge.

Gorn then got an idea.

"Modruk, if you could, please."

"I could what?" Modruk asked back.

"Your telekinesis, to retrieve Mike and whatever crashed into him."

"Sure thing, boss."

Modruk was using his evil-spawned powers for good deeds now, as he brought Mike and the unknown object out of the hole and safely onto ground level.

Ryan instantly got onto his knees and checked Mike for a pulse, but none to be found.

"Aaah! He's got no pulse, he's really dead thiis time!" Ryan shouted as he started bawling loudly, his tears soaking everyone's fur down.

Gornak, annoyed, grabbed Ryan's wrist and held it strongly making him whine in pain.

"You have no pulse either, Ryan."

"WHAT!? Ohh-ho-ho!"

"We're all dead, Rai, 'member?" Dan pointed out.

"C'mon, Mike, please come back!"

"Man, whatever it was, it hit him waaayy harder than a Mack truck ever could." Dan said.

"So, what is this thing, anyway?" Lupo said, cautiously poking at the object.

"Get your filthy paws off me, Demon!" it said, uncurling itself.

"Aah! it said something!" Lupo jumped back, fur on end.

"Who's the Demon here, being -- us, or you?" Gorn said as the being got to it's knees.

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Dan, Third Person

Dan froze in shock and terror-- he examined the furson, paying extreme attention to details, examining the voice from which it spoke. The fur was quite obviously well-muscled, for starters. Looking down at a certain area, Dan confirmed it as a male. His pelt colors reminded Dan of someone he remembered from long ago. A certain dingo-hyena hybrid who took more from the hyena's side.

And yet, he saw what looked to be some sort of futuristic technology on his person. There is no technology in hell, Dan thought.

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Third person

"C-C-Corbin? Corbin Dinago?" Dan said, still frozen from the realization that his elder brother was right in front of him.

'Corbin' turned his head to look at the dingo, as everyone stayed back to see what would happen.

"Ah- no way, it can't be, you're just an illusion. An illusion brought from being here for so long."

"Corbin, it's me. I'm real."

"It's gotta be a trick, a Demon in disguise!" Corbin said, making Dan back up a few steps.

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The tension was thicker than the blood that ran through the hyena's veins, as they stared each other down.

Corbin then noticed a small glint in the dingo's eyes as they welled up with tears, and promptly rushed toward him. Mike, in full Feral glamour, teleported between them. It was of no use, as the hyena had sidestepped a split second before the werewolf even began to teleport.

"Where'd he go?" Mike growled, before an immense pain overwhelmed him. "GAAAAAAAAAA!!"

Ryan only had a chance to call Mike's name before he was sent flying into the house.

The hyena then tried for the bull-man, before being deflected and sent to his butt by a force field that Gorn and Modruk created, before disappearing into thin air.

"A force-field, huh? That ain't gonna last forever, y'know!" the hyenas' voice echoed.

"A Demon's power, when properly honed, could easily overpower anyone, so I would not say anything yet."

Seconds later, a deafening roar was heard, the shockwave shorting out whatever cloaking device the hyena once had, before being tackled by not one, but two monsterous werewolves, now looming over him, with murdurous looks on thier faces. Yet their intentions were not what he thought.

"Easy, now, boys." Dan said as he walked up to them before turning his attention to Corbin. "I'm sorry you had to be greeted this way, brother, but you threw the first punch. You always did. But when you got hit back, you always ran to mum for protection. But she's not here for you to hide behind, so it looks like I won this round, Corbin."

"You may now release him." Gorn stated. "Should he run, I am more than capable of retrieving him. Modruk, give our visitor a small lift, please."

The wolves each took their paw off of him, as he was brought to his feet, arms out.

"Agh, how the hell are you restraining me?" Corbin demanded, trying to move around, to no avail.

"Fuckin' magic, whelp." Mike snarled in the hyena's face.

"Mike, Ryan, stand down." Dan said.

"I think it would be for the better if I were to examine that technology you carry with you." Gorn told the hyena.

"Fuck off! Stay away, or I'll tear you apart!"

"Hmm... Seems you have forgotten one thing, you cannot die, or be killed in this realm. Any wounds you suffer are anything but lethal here. I've been 'torn to shreds' many a time, yet I am still standing."

"Corbin, I know it's you, and you know it's me. If there is any part of your mind that still remembers us, please find it."

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Corbin took a long, slow look at the dingo as he was talking, and slowly a memory came to him, of himself stealing Dan's porno magazines, and holding them high above himself, laughing as Dan tried reaching for them.

'Corbin, those are MY magazines! Give them back!'

'Too bad, squirt. Finders keepers, I found'em under your bed, now they're mine. Unless, ya wanna trade for something.'

'Like what?"

'Corbin Dinago, give your brother back his magazines, right now.'

'But-'

'One... Two...'

'*growls* Fine. Here's your girly mags back.'

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Just after that memory faded out, another came into view from his POV, of finding a letter from Dan.

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The note was a small story that read, to anyone in his family who found that letter, that he was outed by Corbin to thier father, who then brutalized him for being gay. After he got out of the hospital, he had snuck in one evening to gather his belongings, only to get busted by Corbin. His father literally kicked the door down and attempted to beat him up again for coming back. In a fit of emotional rage, he grabbed his old mans' bowie knife, along with Corbin himself, holding the edge of the blade just inches from his brothers' throat, forcing thier father to surrender his homophobic ways... and the key to his nineteen sixty-eight Harley-Davidson Sportster.

The hyena stood there, tears in his eyes as he came to the conclusion that the little brother he used to love and hate... was truly gone. Did he run off and kill himself with the bike? Not likely, he thought, yet the vision was disturbing enough that he damn near started crying when his father asked him what he had in his hand.

'I don't know, it's prob'ly from one of dan's stupid homo friends, tryin' to hook up with him.'

'Well, get that rubbish out of here. We don't need him polluting family values around here.'

'Sure thing, pops.'

Yet Corbin did not destroy it, he simply... stuck it down his pants, in a hidden pocket for safekeeping.

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Corbin finally realized that this was actually his own long lost flesh-and-blood little brother from decades ago. It really was not a trick, he was right there, standing before him.

"Gorn, or whatever your name is, if you let me go, I promise not to run or try to waste any of you, okay? I mean it."

Slowly, Modruk set him on the ground, dissipating the magic Gorn used to restrain the hyena.

Corbin walked up to Dan, who readied his hand near his whip, the others taking a defensive stance, in case the hyena was lying.

Again, the tension was thick, but Dan's words blew the fog from Corbins' mind, as the hyena offered his hand to the dingo.

Dan was unsure at first, looking Corbin in the eyes, the hyena slowly nodded. Shakingly, Dan brought his hand level with his, slowly closing the gap until thier palms met, fingers softly wrapping around each other. At long last, they couldn't fight it anymore, and the brothers closed the gap even further in a tight hug that lasted for what seemed like minutes before releasing each other.

"Oh, God, Dan, I thought I'd lost you forever! A-And here you are, back with your big br- What's going on? Why're you staring like that?"

"You just said someone's name that you can't say here. It attracts the Demons." Dan replied.

"Demons?" Corbin looked in the direction Dan was staring, and sure enough, a good wave of Demons broke the horizon, marching toward the group. "Oh, fuck, not these guys again!"

"Tell me that's a bad thing." Ryan said.

Mike jumped high into the sky and hovered over them as he did a quick count.

"Looks like there's about four thousand of them, guys."

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POV camera starts from the last row of Demons in the far back and flies down the middle, toward the group, then back to third-person.

"Ohhhh shiiiit." everybody said in unison as Mike landed.

"Okay. Small hunting packs, I could handle, but this.... How do we stand a chance against four thousand?"

"Hmm, yes, how?" Gorn said in his normal monotone.

"Ready, Valdov?" Lupo said, the dragon nodding and baring his fangs in return.

"You may wish to hold back on using the dragon, Lupo.. for awhile, at least. Let us keep him as a last-resort weapon." Gorn instructed the wolf.

"Huh, good idea." Lupo replied.

"Besides... I wanna get some upholstery out of these things, remember?" Mike said.

"Y'know, this may be all the Demons from before that we've defeated, and they've just respawned..." Dan concluded before blurting out, "or -- Wait!"

Everyone suddenly took their eyes off the advancing, slow-moving horde to stare at the dingo.

"Perhaps," he continued, "This wave came about because Modruk's kinda like a Leader to them, and if Moddie's on our side, instead of attacking, they might join our group as well."

"Well, if that's your theory, Dan, I think there's a fat fuckin' chance that's happening." Corbin replied.

"Mike, you got a need for speed?" Corbin then addressed the werewolf, having tapped into his Mindlink.

"And not the drug-store kind, yeah. But, how did you catch my name if- You didn't." Mike responded in a sinister tone.

"I don't know nuthin' about you yet, but let's see about distracting these guys first, then we'll worry about that later."

Mike growled low in his throat. "Rrr.. Fine."

"Wanna make it a race, then?" Dan eagerly suggested.

*ANIME MOMENT*

Mike and Corbin are on opposite sides of the screen, in a flattened 2D, almost comic-like rendering, as they stared down the dingo in the middle, large vein marks throbbing. His eyes are but big circles as he shakes a bit, before reaching behind his back and pulling out a white flag, waving it as he sinks below the bottom of the screen.

*END SCENE*

Corbin and Mike then take another glance at the Demons before locking eyes on each other.

"Rock-Paper-Scissors?" Corbin asked, Mike grunts and tilts his head down.