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It was a cold night on the city streets, even the affluent Hydra Towers district in A sector had very few people out and about in the courtyard. Those who worked there did not partake of the usual amenities of the area and instead rushed their way either to their jobs or to their homes, depending on whether they were going to or coming from the building. While that meant there was no crowd to blend into it also meant less eyes on the area as two people in particular made their way towards one of the larger structures. It was the only building that was meant for people to live in as both an apartment complex and extended living hotel.

It was there that a deal was going down that the two had taken particular interest in. The larger werewolf man on the left looked around the area of the building to make sure that there was no one around while the smaller lion one on the right stared at a completely different realm despite them staring in the same direction. "There's a lot of interference in the astral plane," the lion said once their eyes stopped glowing. "You sure that the meeting is supposed to be here Thomas?"

"Relax Golden," the werewolf-like creature replied with a cavalier scoff. "I was told by my contact that the Harbringers are moving an atlantean artifact here tonight, some sort of ceremony that they had to do hear because of a lay line or something. Naturally that's why you're along since you're good at that sort of thing."

Golden just chuckled and rolled their eyes slightly as they brought up their coat against the cold. It wasn't the first time that his skills and talents of a mage were utilized by Thomas, who was more of a smooth talker and didn't know much about the arcane arts. It was fine considering that he was promised not only a hefty cut from the retrieval job but also score some points with the MIU as well. They had been on shaky terms with the organization after recent allegiances that they had made and anything that he could do to get on their good side was a boon to the mage.

The two entered into the skyscraper and immediately were greeted with an interior that matched most fancy hotels. In essence it was, though Golden and Thomas knew that they wouldn't get enough jobs in a year to afford a night in one of these places, much less any of the more extended stay options. Fortunately they weren't looking to get up too far in the building as they made their way past the front desk and towards the convention area that was near the back. The building hosted several banquet halls for those that were residing in the area, mostly megacorp stooges... though tonight one hall was hosting a party that was a front for the dangerous organization known as the Harbringers.

The Harbringers were something that Thomas knew all too well, but it was a past that he didn't enjoy telling others and was only utilizing at the moment to screw them over. They loved anything atlantean in nature and trafficked in quite a few artifacts which they often got through more unsavory measures. It made their job tonight extra special as they were about to steal an artifact of great importance that would hopefully make them just a little less dangerous. But as they got into the hallway that led to the hall that was the furthest back Golden could sense that they would have their work cut out for them on this job.

Before they got to the double doors Thomas waited for Golden to peer into the astral realm so that they could peer into the realm of the astral. Whatever the Harbringers had planned involved some sort of magical ritual and as the lion looked with their magical sight the frown on their muzzle deepened a bit. Infernal magic... it was something that the mage was well-versed in, ever since they had decided to align themselves with a demon as well. If this was the case then whatever they were using the artifact for was definitely not good, Thomas expressing a similar concern when Golden told him about what he sensed.

It was all the more reason for them to crash the party.

Thomas and Dove nodded to each other before they made their way to the door and opened it, only to be stopped by a man that seemed to pop out of nowhere. If the cloaked head and body wasn't an indicator the symbol etched into the body armor exposed underneath it told the two that this was a Harbringer agent. "This is a private party," the man said, his voice slightly distorted as it came through a speaker of a helmet the two could see underneath the hood. "Leave immediately."

"I'm actually invited," Thomas replied without skipping a beat. "One of your agents said that I needed to come here immediately in order to handle something concerning a mutual friend of ours, unless of course you want to anger Obsidian for making us late to the ritual I suggest that you step aside." Golden just watched as the bigger wolf gave the man a fanged grin that was only slightly threatening, and after a few seconds the man just nodded and stepped aside. As the two walked through the doorway that they opened Thomas breathed a slight sigh of relief; though he knew that most of the grunts in the organization wouldn't dare speak out to someone as high up as Obsidian was there had been the possibility they would check on his credentials, but it seemed simply knowing the name of the head of this branch was enough to get them access.

Almost as soon as they stepped inside Golden had to take a step back as they found the presence of infernal energy washing over him. While it was something they had gotten used to it was still quite the transition to go from the normal mana of the realm to this demonic energy, like stepping out of a sauna into the cold air of winter. Even their partner could feel the change in the oppressive atmosphere as they made their way through the figures that milled about in the area. Despite the oppressive feeling anyone that would have walked inside and looked around normally would have thought they had just stumbled into a wedding or some sort of celebratory party as people ate and drank.

Any pretense that this might have been a front that the group devised was quickly dissuaded though as they saw that everyone there had some sort of mark of the Harbringers on them. Whether or not they were there because of the item or were actual members of the group didn't matter, the two knew that they had no allies in this area as Golden used their powers of astral perception to lead them towards the artifact. As expected their trail led to the back rooms of the area where the stage was set up and they had a small band playing. At this point nearly anything could give them away so with Golden covering the door Thomas took out his autopick and jammed it into the lock in order to open it.

The second the two were inside they immediately dropped the act of being part of the party and began to run towards the area where they felt the strongest source of the astral signal. They weren't quite sure when the exchange was going to happen or what sort of security would be involved, but as they got to the back rooms they found that there wasn't much that they had to fight or bluff their way through. It was almost too easy as they got to a back storage area that was also a green room for people to set up before they went into the main area. As they got to the door Thomas had Golden pause for a few moments before taking his robotic eye out and tossing it underneath the door.

"What do you see?" Golden whispered as Thomas checked out the area with his eye.

"Looks like ten people," Thomas replied. "I think I can see the artifact, though they currently have it covered up. Wait... I think they're about to show the goods, once we have confirmation of the package I want you to go in with the biggest spell you have and I'll try to pop... the rest..."

Golden could hear the werewolf trailing off in his words and as the mage looked at him in question he could see the lupine jaw start to drop slightly. "Thomas, what do you see in there?" Golden ask, only to not get a response. "Thomas?"

As Thomas continued to stand there Golden began to feel something press against his psyche, the mage's eyes widening in shock as he could start to sense a powerful magic being woven into his thoughts. Even with the knowledge that this was some sort of mental control there was nothing he could do to push it out. Usually as a mage he stood a much better chance of resisting such energies but as his hands fell to his sides and his eyes became as glassy as the werewolf the thoughts of trying to do so evaporated from his mind. Soon the two of them just stood there silently before a single mental command ran in their minds, prompting the werewolf to grab the door handle and for the two of them to walk inside.

Though the two were not in control of their own bodies they still had the semblance of thought to take stock of their situation, which as they noticed the dozen men in the typical Harbringer bodysuits armed with weapons they knew that they were in big trouble. Aside from the small regiment of grunts that were there they noticed a few familiar faces that were sitting up at the alter that had been created in the back of the room. "I see our invited guests are finally here," the stone statue of a dragon said as it began to move of its own accord, both Thomas and Golden knowing that it was actually a statue possessed by the Harbringer known as Obsidian. "It took you long enough, we practically rolled out the red carpet for you."

Thomas could feel the mental manipulation of his mind ease and as he regained control of his thoughts he let out a snarl. "So this was a trap," Thomas stated, prompting the stone dragon as well as the elven woman that he recognized as a Harbringer Hunter known as Dyna to laugh. "How did you even know that we would come for something like this?"

"Because creatures like you are so intensely predicable," Obsidian said as he stepped forward, his heavy stone steps thudding loudly on the floor as he went up to Thomas. "You think that we're the bad guys, that you want to stick it to us because we took care of one little werewolf from you, or that your warped proclivities would cause you to lash out just like your good buddy Dameon." Even with the control thoughts on his mind he found his lips curling up into a snarl at the mention of the werewolf they had slaughtered before Obsidian showed him a tablet screen. "Plus you continue to broadcast your runs, you dunce."

As Thomas saw his own point of view looking at the screen being shown to him he realized that perhaps he should have kept this one as private, the stone dragon just rolling his eyes at seeing the werewolf's realization before the living statue went back to the altar. "Alright, so you caught us," Thomas stated as he thought fast about what to do next. "But as you see we are transmitting, so perhaps you might show a change of heart and let us go, maybe score some points with the public and improve your reputation a bit?"

The others that were in the room laughed at that, but before Thomas could continue on Obsidian made a motion with his hand that caused all the grunts to leave, leaving the two standing there with just him and Dyna. "If it were up to me I would have you sharing the fate of your little werewolf friend on the autopsy table," Obsidian said as he patted the atlantean artifact that was on the altar, which upon closer inspection the two saw that it was a glittering crystal cube that had swirling colors inside of it. "Fortunately for you there is someone higher up on the food chain that wishes for you to remain alive, particularly the one that's rather enjoying themselves."

Thomas was about to scoff at that before he happened to glance over towards his companion's direction, rolling his eyes as he happened to notice that not only was the lion completely enthralled but was also rubbing a hand against his groin. "Didn't tell him to do that, by the way," Lyda chimed in with a smirk. "Just started doing that all on his own."

Golden just moaned in response to the accusation and continued to rub their groin, which when Obsidian told them to stand still it only caused the mage to shudder even more in pleasure. The two runners remained standing in place as their mind was influenced by the artifact, both of them feeling the atlantean magic continue to suffuse into their minds. This was far more powerful than the mere spell that gave them alien thoughts and made them believe that they were their own, it was almost like a hypnotic effect that was far stronger than usual as their eyes continued to stare at it. There was also the added effect that while they could both feel their need to listen to the two Harbringers they were both cognizant in the back of their minds that they were being manipulated.

As the two continued to stand there Obsidian's smirk widened and Thomas could see the wickedness in the eyes of the statue as he stepped towards them. Even though Thomas wanted to do anything he could do to get at this guy or even to escape it felt so good to just follow orders and stare at the artifact that had been uncovered in front of him. The mental manipulation was far stronger then any magic he had ever faced before from mages like Golden Dove, and it seemed that it was completely in control of the Harbringer. He leaned in to the werewolf and with that smirk still on his face he whispered a single word into his ear that had caused him to tremble...

Strip.

The word had carried so much command to it that the clawed fingers of the werewolf almost immediately went up to his shirt. There was only a moment of hesitation as what little resistance had cropped up from seeing the Harbringers take control melted away with the power of the artifact. As he let his body armor slide to the floor and took out the hidden gun he had been trying to reach he saw Obsidian move over and whisper something to the lion, which was likely the same command since Golden immediately started to take off his robes. There was nothing that either of them could do to stop it and considering how fast the lion got naked Thomas suspected that the mage probably wouldn't stop it even he had a chance, which was not good news for them.

It wasn't too much longer though before the werewolf had shed his clothing, and when he looked down at his naked body he found that he was also erect. Perhaps he was giving Golden a little too much of a hard time as he found himself grinning sheepishly even as Obsidian looked at them with his usual smirk. "I knew you two are perverts," Obsidian said as he looked at Thomas. "Considering you ran off with Dameon I can't say I'm surprised, and as much fun as it would be to absolutely humiliate you two once more there are other plans that are had that I'm not willing to get in trouble for disobeying. It's time, prepare them."

The ones that had been idle came back and started to put something on them, Thomas shuddering as he could feel their fingers pressing against his body. They were painting something on their fur and as he looked over at Golden he could see that they were still staring at the artifact while his jaw dropped slightly. He could practically see the spirals in their eyes as they painted runes on his body, and while he couldn't move his own head Thomas was able to look over and see what was on Golden. Though he wasn't a mage himself he had been running in the shadows long enough to realize what they were putting on them.

Demonic runes... whatever they had planned for them was going to deal with the infernal realm. While that might cause caution in even the most stalwart criminals it actually caused both Thomas and Golden to exchange a glance of hope between one another. They doubted that they knew that they had pal in the infernal realm, more specifically that Golden had made the deal with a devil to become an infirni mage, and even as they felt the heat in the room increase the situation was not as hopeless as potentially thought. The only problem that they had was that the two had no idea what the Harbringers were about to do to them as the ritual continued to move towards completion.

With both men enthralled there was nothing that Thomas or Golden Dove could do as the Harbringer grunts continued to whisper infernal words while gathered around them. As Obsidian and Dyna watched on with bemused smirks on their faces the heat that both were feeling began to increase, like someone had started a fire in the room that was slowly encompassing them. As Thomas looked at one of the grunts that had passed by he could see glowing red eyes and a similarly-colored muzzle that was underneath. A hellhound... though his gaze continued to remain focused mostly on the orb that was dominating their minds he could tell that most of the ones around him were such creatures.

Thomas didn't have too long to contemplate it though as it suddenly felt for a second like they were floating as the glyphs on their bodies began to glow strongly, radiating with magic cultivated by the Harbringer hellhounds that had circled them. A blast of warmth swelled up from underneath as the hold on their minds was broken long enough for the two to look down at the glowing abyss that had opened beneath them. Just as the werewolf and lion attempted to try and escape bright red chains came up and wrapped around their arms and legs, making it hard to move their suspended bodies. Though they glowed a bright orange it wasn't from heat, this was pure infernal magic that was binding them as the links grew taut.

"With this ritual we send these two down into the depths of the infernal realm," Obsidian said as he raised his hands in the air. "Though the power of the demon lord we send living flesh through the barrier of-"

Obsidian was suddenly interrupted as the door behind them opened, everyone in the room turning to see the dwarf man that had stepped inside. "Oh, didn't mean to interfere," the dwarf said as he felt all eyes on him. "But I'm just making sure that you're starting to wrap things up, we have to get ready for a wedding in half an hour."

"I assure you that we're about to wrap up here," Obsidian said with a growl as Thomas and Golden Dove exchanged side glances to one another.

"Great to hear, now did you need any last minute refreshments before you finish up?" the dwarf asked. "Tea? Coffee? We have some donuts that are still fresh-"

"We're good!" Obsidian shouted back angrily.

"Actually I could go for a donut right about now," Thomas said, trying to wave to the dwarf as best he could. He was pretty sure the man was trying to avoid eye contact with them since they were suspended above an infernal pit, chained up, and completely naked.

"Me too, if they're on offer," Golden Dove chimed in.

"No one is getting donuts!" Obsidian snapped at the two before turning back to the dwarf that had started to creep back into the doorway. "We're all good here, now go away!" The dwarf just nodded and quickly thanked them for their patronage to their establishment before disappearing, the stone creature sighing before turning back to the two that continued to hang there while bound. "Now, where was I..."

"I think you were using whatever spell this is to drag our physical forms down into the infernal realm," Golden Dove stated, turning to see Thomas giving him a dirty look at helping him.

"Oh yes, right, let's see here," Obsidian gave a bit of thought before raising his hands into the air once more, then shook his head and dropped them again. "You know what, forget it, that part isn't even necessary."

"Oh no, don't say that," Thomas said. "You were doing so good."

"Yeah, you can keep going." Golden Dove stated.

"No, the moment is ruined," Obsidian said with a huff. "It was supposed to be this grandiose thing about dragging you down to the depths and then some smoke machines would add to the atmosphere... it's just now the tension is all gone. Let's just skip to the last part, shall we?"

Before Thomas or Golden Dove could say anything else they felt the chains pulling on them, the floating sensation they had been experiencing disappearing as they were brought down to the glowing floor. At first they thought that they would be falling straight down but as Obsidian walked up to them it was more like they were being pulled through a thick, viscous goo that the floor had turned into. "When you get down there," Obsidian teased as he leaned in towards Thomas' sinking head with a smirk on his stony muzzle. "You tell Ashe that Obsidian says hello."

The eyes of both Thomas and Golden Dove widened at the mention of the name Ashe, but at the same moment another chain wrapped around the neck and pulled them down faster. Briefly Thomas managed to keep his muzzle up but he felt the stone paw of the statue push down on him in one last insult to make sure that he was sent to his destination. Though they weren't surrounded by darkness the only thing the two could see was a glowing yellow light as they were dragged down deeper into the depths of the realm. They could also sense that they were bring pulled away from each other until finally they were alone as eventually Thomas and Golden Dove eventually emerged from the veil between realms...

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When Golden finally felt the magical bindings break from their body they found themselves in a place that was vaguely familiar to them. It was the main throne room of the demon lord known as Ashe, a hellhound that he knew all too well as he saw the creature himself sitting there on the throne with an evil grin on his face. "Well well, the infamous Golden Dove finally in my presence at last," Ashe said as he leaned his head against his hand. "Or should I say Scarlet Phoenix, ever since the dealings with my brother?"

It was hard for Golden to shake that this wasn't his infernal patron considering that Cynder, whom he had made the infernal contract with, and Ashe were identical twins. But that illusion was rather easily distorted given the more carefree and aloof attitude that the one he was bound to had and the stark contrast this hellhound's regal and somewhat uptight demeanor gave. "I suppose given the nature of the situation Scarlet is fine," Golden said, feeling the infernal magic within them bubbling to the surface as they spoke.

"Well don't keep it back on my account," Ashe said as he hopped up from the throne and began to walk towards them. "Go ahead and show me, I would love to see what Cynder has worked on recently."

Though it wasn't something that Golden was particularly interested in doing to indulge the demon lord they found their body starting to shift, his fur thickening while turning a bright red as a pair of horns poked their way out of their mane. Whether it was because of the dominion that this creature had in the realm or a remnant of the mental manipulation power from the surface they shifted their personas and their physical body until they had become the hellhound known as Scarlet. As he did he could see Ashe continue to hover around him while looking over his still naked form, his golden eyes glimmering in the light. The hellhound lord finished his inspection when Golden Dove finished his changes and though the demon was the enemy of his patron there wasn't the usual look of disdain.

"I see that you have certainly embraced the lifestyle that Cynder has promised you," Ashe chided as he finally stopped in front of Golden, though they preferred to call themselves Scarlet in this form. "If you had wanted to be a hellhound so bad you could have just come to me when you were down here, I think I could have offered you a much better deal then whatever you got from my good for nothing brother."

"First of all, it wasn't really something that I had planned on," Scarlet replied, though as he talked he suddenly realized something and looked around the throne room. "Wait, where's Thomas? What did you do to him?"

"Thomas is being entertained by one of my pack," Ashe stated, the gold-clawed fingers running up Scarlet's chin to direct his gaze back to him. As the two hellhounds stared at each other Scarlet began to feel something deep inside, a spark that they had felt before with Cynder but growing much more inflamed. "Considering his preferences I think that he'll be fine, right now you're listening to me."

Though Scarlet wanted to say something witty in response all they could do was nod their head in response, something that caused the other hellhound to smirk slightly before brushing back his claws underneath their chin. "Considering you have interjected yourself into my affairs with my brother I think it's only fair that you have a chance to undo the mistake that you made," Ashe continued on. "Not only will you get back into my good graces but you'll also be given more power then Cynder could ever hope to give you, as a hellhound demon lord I have access to abilities that he could only dream of that would be very useful for a thrall such as yourself."

"I can certainly tell you one thing," Scarlet replied as they shook their head. "Your brother is a better sweet-talker then you."

"That's because I often get what I want without needing to resort to such measures," Ashe replied as he once more stepped forward until they were practically muzzle to muzzle. "Only the weak need words in order to get what through this life, for those with power we let that do the talking for us. Now a little birdie told me that you are attracted to a different means of power, and while it's not my specialty I think I can find a way to convince you to listen to me."

Scarlet was about to respond when they suddenly saw the golden eyes of the hellhound lord pulse, and once he did they immediately began to feel a strange but familiar sensation in their mind. It was similar to what they had just experienced while in the clutches of the Harbringers... but this was much different, an infernal energy suffusing through their body. Though it didn't have the same sensation as the atlantean artifact it was no less intoxicating as images began to filter into his mind. It started with just them being with Ashe once more but as they continued to stand there in the throne room they found that there were others in the room.

Even though they knew that it was some sort of mental control that the hellhound lord was exerting over them it was incredibly potent, the mage guessing that perhaps because they were a demonic creature themself thanks to his contract with Cynder that the power affected them more strongly. They weren't sure about that though... it was getting hard to keep coherent thoughts in their head as they found themselves staring into those glowing golden orbs. It felt very good and the longer they stared the more they felt relaxed while in the presence of that admittedly handsome creature and as they stood there they felt a hand run through their thick red fur. As Ashe continued to stand there for a second he could almost taste the breath of the other lupine before he pulled away slightly.

"You know, there is such potential in you that I can see," Ashe complimented while he gently brushed a lock of his brilliant red hair aside. "Perhaps I can't convince you to betray your current master, but just because you have a contract with him doesn't mean that you can't do so with another demon. I trust that he didn't make your leash exclusionary?"

For a few seconds Scarlet was silent as their foggy mind thought about what sort of deal they had made with Cynder. "I suppose that I didn't have that sort of clause," Scarlet finally said. "But... isn't there something about two masters and serving one of them?"

"Oh, we've shared things before without so much problems," Ashe replied while giving Scarlet a wink. "You should feel honored, having two hellhounds fawning over you instead of just one, and a demon lord being one of them no less. Imagine what I could mold you into with Cynder's base already on you, I could make you even stronger, more masculine, more virile..."

With Ashe pulling away Scarlet once more found themselves recognizing the other creatures in the room, the thickly muscled hellhounds all warriors that could easily crush them if they felt like it. They had approached during their conversation with Ashe and as they got closer they thought that perhaps a fight was about to break out, though as they approached the usual signs of aggression that they were used to when dealing with these creatures. Instead they were almost treating him with reverence as they continued to approach and as one in particular came up to them Scarlet heard them growling while rubbing his clawed hands over his body.

"So, now what do you think," Ashe stated as the hellhound lord saw Scarlet's back arching slightly as the spectral creatures he had summoned were flowing around the real one standing there. While he could have just as easily gotten real members of his pack to entice Scarlet he wanted to have something that was more mutable in order to get what he wants as the hellhound groaned. "I could make all your desires come true, all you have to do is sign with me."

Though Scarlet found himself more preoccupied with the hellhound that was in front of him, as well as one that had come up from behind, the words of Ashe still cut through their increasingly lustful thoughts. "I... I can't betray Cynder..." Scarlet said, though their voice wavered as they felt the hellhound behind them kiss against their neck. "Oh, that does feel good..."

"No one is telling you to betray Cynder," Ashe cooed. "He's already shown you the perks of being a hellhound, just give in to that infernal nature he's given you a taste of. Surely you've seen my brother and his lazy, selfish nature, something that I'm sure that you have indulged in similar by this point."

Though Scarlet knew deep down they were being manipulated that only made it harder for them to resist as the hellhound in front of him lowered himself onto his knees while the one behind him began to massage his pectorals. They were both acting so submissive and as he saw those flaming red and black eyes stare up at them the transformed mage could sense that they could do whatever they wanted with them... if they would take it. the pleasure was theirs if they acted on it, but the two would not act on the pleasure that they were experiencing. Scarlet would have to be the one to engage in them and as they heard the whisper to just give in to the selfish impulses that were already inside of him and use these creatures as they saw fit...

No, as HE saw fit.

With the corruption starting to flow through the already compromised mind of the mage Ashe began to make the Scarlet Phoenix a more permanent aspect of the mage's personality. Golden Dove was shy, a little timid, and while that helped with any manipulation that he needed to do to him the hellhound lord wanted something more robust for what he had planned for his brother Cynder. A sheep would cower instantly when they got to the final aspect of his plan and he needed a wolf, or in this case a hellhound that would see the benefits to betraying his master that had gave him such a form in the first place. As Scarlet let out a huff the mental version of him had grabbed onto the head of the one in front of him, which as he did he could see that his somewhat lean body was starting to grow a bit thicker while the real life version of his body did the same.

Two of the hellhounds that were around them began to whisper the thoughts that Ashe was implanting into Scarlet's head while he focused on the pleasure being given to him. As one of the hellhounds started to lick against his throbbing shaft while the other one continued to stroke his pecs Scarlet was told that this was the way that they're supposed to be. Take what they want, give in to his desires, these were things that were echoing in his enthralled mind while he leaned forward and stroked the head of the one in front of him. It wouldn't harm Cynder anyway, Scarlet found himself thinking as the tip of the other creature started to slide between his furry cheeks, and Ashe would give him everything he wanted.

Why wouldn't he deserve such a thing, Scarlet found himself thinking without realizing Ashe had whispered it into his ear. It didn't take much to corrupt the already manipulated infirni mage to have him think more like a demon. Cynder had already done a bit of work to make the former lion more malleable and with one hellhound sucking him off and the other one starting to push inside of him the pleasure was more than enough to override his more rational thoughts. The one that was behind him also continued to talk about how good it was to serve master Ashe and the power they got from him, the power that could be his as Scarlet's eyes began to roll back into his head.

Scarlet found himself bearing his fangs slightly both from the pleasure of being practically worshiped by these two and from the growth of the muscle in his body. Much like Cynder he had adopted a lean form as a hellhound, but the more he bulked up from these two the more he wanted. The hellhound at his feet let out a slight gurgled as he reached down and grabbed him by the horns before thrusting his hips forward, causing his cock to practially slide down into his throat. He needed more... more pleasure, more power, and while he had been to timid to get it before he felt that this new body could get him exactly what he wanted as the canine creature behind him licked and whispered into his ear even more.

Then, suddenly, just as Scarlet was about to climax they found the illusion broken. They nearly fell to the floor from no longer being supported by the two as well as their body returning back to normal, looking up to see that the only one that was in the throne room was Ashe himself. "Just thought I would give you a taste of what's to come," Ashe said as he walked over to the panting hellhound once more. "That can all be yours and Cynder doesn't even have to know, you just need to sign a contract with me and we can certainly figure out how to share you."

Though Scarlet still had the same trepidation that they had before there was a growing voice in them that said for them to take it. Cynder might not even know, the hellhound's corrupted brain thought as they slowly regained their composure, and why should they give up an opportunity to grow stronger just because they were already bound to one. If it was true that it didn't matter then they wanted the pleasure that came with Ashe, the selfish thoughts of being that strong, dominant creature weighing out over sense of loyalty that they might have had with their master. With the thoughts of what they had just experienced fresh in their mind and the alluring voice of the hellhound lord still whispering in his mind Scarlet found themselves biting their lip as they finally came to a conclusion.

They were going to accept the deal.

Before they could even get a word out Scarlet found the arm of the other hellhound wrapped around their shoulders and being guided away from the throne room. "You've made an excellent choice Scarlet," Ashe said as he brought him over to a desk that had appeared near the back of the large space, though as they made their way forward Scarlet was suddenly stopped as the hellhound lord suddenly stood in front of him. "Kneel."

Though Scarlet was about to say something they found themselves looking into those golden eyes and suddenly found themselves feeling a familiar sensation sliding into their mind. This time it was much stronger then the last and it didn't take long before they found themselves on their knee in front of the hellhound lord. "Normally we do this a little more formally with a contract," Ashe said as he ran his hands through the fur of the hellhound in front of him. "But I want to hear the words come out of your mouth, I want you to swear that you belong to me in mind, body, and soul, then we can see about getting you what you want."

"I swear," Scarlet replied with confidence, feeling the need to get that power from the hellhound overriding his more rational senses as the other creature continued to lock eyes with him. "I'm yours in mind, body, and soul." Before Scarlet could close their mouth they suddenly found their muzzle being occupied with the rather thick cock of the hellhound lord, letting out a slight huff through his nose before he began to suck on his new master's shaft. There was no more need to talk as Ashe got exactly what he wanted, and as he let his new pet slip further into his new role he could see his mind being molded further by his power.

"Now all we have to do is wait for your friend to get here and we can continue on," Ashe said, his smirk growing as he saw a look of confusion briefly on Scarlet's face. The hellhound was so wrapped up in his new set of desires and needs that he had forgotten about the existence of his friend that he had been so concerned about, Ashe mused, and that would just be the start of what he had planned. Once he had finished with his revenge on these two for all the trouble they have caused him they would be used in order to get his vengeance on the one person he wanted most of all to suffer his wrath...

Cynder...

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Meanwhile Thomas found himself groaning as he slowly got up, getting onto his feet as quickly as he could while assessing his surroundings as fast as possible. It took him a while to recognize where he was but as soon as he saw the various trophies of creatures and the literally hellish landscape that was beyond the windows he clocked where he was. This was Ashe's trophy room, a place where he put all the results of his various hunts. It had been a while since he had seen this place and considering he was alone it made the situation feel far more dire. He also didn't have any of his usual equipment or gear and made a mental note to make sure he had Obsidian pay the bill to get his stuff back as he made his way towards the door in order to try and find Golden Dove.

Before he could get to the large iron door though it swung open on its own, the werewolf ducking down behind one of the large sofas as he tried to see who was coming in. At first he thought it was potentially Ashe but when he saw red and black fur he knew it was one of the more standard hellhounds that had come in. Though the room was rather spacious if this creature was looking for him it wouldn't be long before they exhausted all the hiding spots that were there. As he continued to watch the situation was made worse when a second demonic entity came in, except instead of being canine in nature this one was distinctly serpentine as the naga's head looked around as well.

Just from the way the hellhound was postured it was clear that he was on the hunt, which Thomas could assume the naga was there for more than just watching as he looked around for somewhere to hide. He needed to get on the other side of them so he could make a run for the door but they were sweeping the entire room in a pattern to make sure that he couldn't jump from one shadow to another. Even with his bracelet that would help him hide there was no way he would escape their infernal gaze, but as he noticed that one of the pedestals was empty it gave him an idea. It was a longshot but also the only thing he could think of doing as he hoped up on the pedestal and struck as believable a pose as he could muster.

Thomas just managed to get into the proper pose and freeze up his muscles as the two got to his section of the hunting lodge room, watching as they carefully looked around each piece of furniture and stuffed trophy. More than once he saw the gaze of either of the two glance up at him but as he stayed as still as he could the two merely continued their search. It appeared that they had thought him just another part of the decor like the others that were mounted and put on display, but just as he thought that they had left his line of sight he could feel the two moving to his position. Since he couldn't tell where they were Thomas didn't dare move his head and after standing there for a while he suddenly saw the naga move into his field of vision once more.

"Is this new?" the naga asked, Thomas feeling himself start to sweat metaphorically as the hellhound looked him over.

"I don't know, I'm not part of the demon lord's hunting party," the hellhound growled back. "Perhaps we need to talk this over once more and get a more accurate description, just telling us some guy that wouldn't smell of the usual brimstone doesn't narrow things down in this place."

Thomas was glad that these two didn't hear his heart pounding in his chest as the two continued to give him a once over. It was fortunate that they had as much a fear of messing with Ashe's stuff as they were trying to find him, because after about a minute the two of them looked at each other and said that they would go to the next room to keep up the search. He had done it, he had successfully pulled off looking like a statue in the middle of some demon lord's house, it would definitely be something that he would brag about later. When he looked back at the two however from his thoughts though he noticed that the two were staring at him with smug looks on their face, or rather they were looking past him to his tail that he hadn't realized was wagging from the excitement of pulling one over on them.

"I am... an animated statue, ready to tell you about the soul attached to this trophy," Thomas said as she grinned sheepishly. "If there are any questions you want to ask... um... oh look, it's Lord Ashe!" Thomas pointed to the door that the two had come through and as their heads turned for the briefest of moments he tried to jump off the pedestal and made a run for it. He managed to get about five feet before he suddenly felt a set of coils wrap around his legs and nearly cause them to fall to the ground if the naga hadn't caught him, feeling the lithe body of the demon slither around him faster then he could process.

"Nice catch," the hellhound said with a smirk as Thomas continued to squirm against the naga's embrace, which was only made more difficult as it managed to pin his arms to his sides. "Thought you could fool uh, eh? Luckily for you Lord Ashe wants you prepped a certain way, otherwise we'd show you some hellhound hospitality."

"I'm already well aware," Thomas growled as he attempted to wiggle his way out of the coils only to feel them tightening against his body. "Grk!"

"I wouldn't give my friend here any more reason to tighten around ya," the hellhound mocked as he knelt to look Thomas straight in the eye. "He happens to specialize in that sort of thing, though you're going to find that out soon enough. While he's not going to squeeze the life out of you there's something else that we're going to be getting outta you, and while we're on a bit of a time crunch I think a little fun can be had as we... extract everything."

Thomas wasn't quite sure what the cryptic creature meant, especially since it was hard to focus on anything with his body completely bound up in the heated scales of the demonic naga. The squeezing coils began to constrict even more and as Thomas let out a gasp he felt all the air leaving his lungs to leave him completely breathless while the hellhound crouched in front of him. At first he thought that maybe Scarlet Phoenix was the real target and they were just tasked to get rid of him in whatever way they saw fit. As he tried to breathe in through his nostrils he found another aspect of the serpentine body moving around him as something pushed up underneath his tail as the naga slithered over his body even more.

The second the tapered tip pushed into his tailhole Thomas let out a silent gasp, and normally when he would have drew a breathe back in he found that he didn't. It wasn't just from the coils around his body and as the hellhound began to stroke his cheek he found himself no longer feeling the burning need to expand his lungs. With no more need to breathe the tightening of his body had felt more like a rather intense massage, though as his jaws opened in pleasure it felt like something was pushing out of his muzzle. The hellhound merely smirked as Thomas opened his jaws and something glowed that had caught the werewolf by surprise.

It was hard to see but from a silvery plaque that was nearby Thomas saw that inside his muzzle was... another muzzle. It looked identical to his own but it was a glowing, transparent blue that looked like he had swallowed a ghost. As the naga gave the coils around him another squeeze and tightened even more his mouth open in a silent gasp and more of the ghost werewolf was pushing its way out of him. It wasn't just some sort of illusion, Thomas quickly gathered as he began to feel a little disoriented, he was actually seeing some sort of manifestation of himself that was emerging out of his maw.

"Looks like someone is getting the idea," the hellhound mocked as he licked the ghostly muzzle and Thomas felt it. "That's yer soul, and it's going to make a fine meal. Don't worry though, my friend is going to have something to fill the void with until we get you to master Ashe."

The naga just chuckled and hissed as Thomas couldn't find the words in order to taunt back, and even if he could he found his jaws stretched open to the point where he couldn't even more them. As the hellhound shifted his position he ended up sitting with Thomas pressed against his muscular chest, and as he did he grabbed the werewolf by the head and pressed their muzzles together into a profane kiss. Almost immediately he was hit with the dual sensations of having a set of hot lips pressed against his own and feeling like his muzzle had just gotten completely engulfed, his toes curling as the naga also continued to pump his cock into his coiled up body to keep him stimulated back there. But as the kiss continued he could feel something else happening, and while the hellhound had him locked into a passionate kiss he could feel his feet cramping slightly as the muscles there thickened and expanded while the claws went from white to red.

Thomas let out a muffled groan that started to reverberate in his own mind as the naga's coils began to undulate around his body. It was squeezing in a rhythmic motion that not only spread open his tailhole with the movement but was also pushing his body towards the hellhound that held him. The more it happened the more he felt like he was being pushed into the maw of the hellhound and as the fur of his legs thickened while his feet grew bigger he found himself arching back from the surreal sensations. When he did his eyes snapped open as he found more of his soul as they had said getting pulled out of him, his lips eventually finding themselves around his own ethereal neck while the rest of his head was being pushed into the hellhound in front of him.

When the two made eye contact the hellhound just smirked and slid his hands forward, brushing past the real cheeks of Thomas and holding onto the ones that had emerged out of him. The two men both shuddered at the same time as he managed to slide the rest of the soul's head into his maw, stretching him out unnaturally while the werewolf continued to feel the tugging sensation. The sensation of being dragged out of his own body was surreal but somehow also incredibly erotic, feeling his member trapped between the coils of the hellish naga throbbing hard while he was still being pumped into. It didn't take long before he could see the outline of his own head in the throat of the hellhound while the snake's body wrapped around his lower body had to adjust from the muscle swelling around his thighs and hips.

The demonic essence being pumped into him by the throbbing shaft of the naga inside him was only going partially noticed, Thomas occasionally feeling the ripple of that infernal, corruptive energy that had caused his tail to extend and his cock to thicken. There was no resistance to it though, not when what would normally push back against such a thing was being actively swallowed by the hellhound in front of him. Thomas could feel his body relax and his eyes start to glaze over as his thoughts were more muted with every inch of his soul leaving his body that the other creature devoured greedily. By the time he felt the ghostly shoulders and chest get pulled out of his maw and into the hellhound the concept of him being a werewolf was evaporating and a new identity was taking its place, one similar to the creature in front of him as the naga pumped hard into his growing backside.

"I think he likes it," the naga hissed as Thomas felt his head becoming increasingly empty, the werewolf's eyes rolling back as he saw his own muzzle pushing out the fur of the hellhound's stomach while his soul traveled down into him. "The feeling of being taken so thoroughly by another, feeling your very core being taken." The hellhound attempted to respond but even though it was ethereal in nature both his and Thomas' muzzles were unable to move much more then an inch. "You know it's impolite to talk while your mouth is full, I suppose we'll just see for certain once we get closer."

Thomas wasn't sure what that meant, only that the naga was squeezing harder against his body while also somehow losing grip of it in his coils. It was because his body was getting bigger, his fur becoming a bright red and thickening considerably while his abs and sides became more defined. As he was getting to his soul's hips being pulled out of him he could feel his entire body begin to quiver, a low growl starting to escape from his lips as the corruption was quickly making its way towards his head while his ethereal self was leaving it. For the hellhound he seemed more than content to take his time and give Thomas the powerful sensation of his throat and maw engulfing his body the more that he lost of himself.

As Thomas could feel his throat bulge and a familiar sensation get felt around his own member the different sensation of pleasure had momentarily snapped him out of his pleasure-induced stupor. This creature was eating his soul... and up until that moment he was letting him as he could feel and see his head bulging out the stomach of the hellhound in front of him. He wanted Thomas to watch while stroking himself, and with the naga still pumping their demonic corruption into him Thomas became acutely aware of the spines pushing out of his spine and his claws growing longer. He let out a growl and tried to push forward to reclaim more of his soul but as the naga pulled back he let out a yelp as his soul hips slid out of him and with it a very erect cock that jutted out from his groin.

The two infernal creatures chuckled at that and once more Thomas found himself sinking back into the feeling of lust and desire, which was being accompanied by something far different then the primal instincts he had gotten used to as a werewolf. With most of his soul out of his body he could feel the rest of it still inside of him, his own feet pressing against his chest while the naga leaned in and licked against his soul member that was on full display. Both of them quickly took advantage of his exposure and as the hellhound's muzzle bumped up against it and the serpentine snout slid down the shaft his entire body began to quiver and convulse. The demonic essence was rooting itself in his mind and body and Thomas could only shudder from the pleasure at it as eventually his eyes rolled back into his head and he found his new bigger hellhound cock spurting out tainted seed onto the ground.

With his grip on himself slipping his soul seemed to do the same, the hellhound swallowing him down more eagerly once they had gotten their fun out of him. The ghostly werewolf cock could soon be felt inside of the other creature's maw that gave Thomas another shudder, but by that point his feet had popped out of his own maw and left him panting and drooling there. With his soul completely extracted from his body the only thing left of it could be seen in his legs wiggling around in the air while the tongue of the infernal canine looped around it and pulled it in. As the eyesight of the creature bound in the coils of the naga still spreading him open even with there being no more need he wondered who that was, though the thoughts were quickly punctuated with a snarl that left his body as he felt his teeth sharpening and a pair of horns pushing out from behind his ears.

Both creatures watched as the hellhound grabbed the ankles of the soul that he was consuming and pushed them down, Thomas arching his back as he felt a powerful sensation of someone grabbing his own feet and his entire body being engulfed. The feelings weren't as strong as they were before though and as he saw that the upper half of the wolf that had been bulging out the stomach of the creature was starting to lose definition there was a disconnection between it and him. As black infiltrated his sclera and his irises turned a bright red he only thought of himself as a hellhound, it was the creature he had always been as he snapped his jaws in pure pleasure. While he was still Thomas that name rang hollow in his mind, like it was something given to him recently as a nametag to identify himself only.

With the deed done Thomas was flipped on his back and the naga continued the slow process of sliding in and out of his tailhole while the hellhound finished up with the soul. "Lord Ashe will want this one in the throne room soon," the naga stated as the hellhound came up to Thomas, who now looked up at the swollen gut of the creature and thick cock that was being pressed against his muzzle. "But it wouldn't hurt to give him and his new plaything some time to bond before we bring him over..."