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The entrance to Hades was inconspicuous to the mortals unaware of its façade. A simple cavern opening at the base of the valley nearest Mount Olympus itself. Not the grandest of entrances, mind you, but every parted soul drifted there once they passed, some of them unable to enter unless they carried enough drachma for passage to the final destination below.

A cool breeze came from further down the tunnel. I shifted uncomfortably aboard Charon's vast boat, overcrowded with the souls of mortal furs, all of whom glanced at me with curious contempt. While the women aboard did their best not to gaze upon my muscular arms and legs, a few in particular couldn't help but stare. Some of the men even beheld my handsome features, likely imagining how I looked beneath the bronze armor and tunic that had seen many battles.

The ferry boat eventually stopped before a shoreline, filled itself to the brim with waiting souls. Rather than wait an eternity for the line itself to move, I politely weaved my way through the crowd of distant, melancholy figures, most of whom rarely objected unless they said so outright. However, I was not focused on the social customs of the Underworld; I had one final mission to complete for Eurystheus. Only then would I gain my freedom.

"Welcome to the realm of Hades, loyal subjects of Hades!" three booming voices barked nearby. "To the mortals who led innocent lives above, do not despair or cry pitiful tears. To the mortals who fought valiantly in battle, you no longer fight for a city or a flag. To the mortals who await judgement for their sins, abandoned all hope ye who enter these Gates!"

Cerberus, the Three-Headed Hellhound of Hades. He who guarded the entrance to the Underworld, two diamond gates larger than even the massive creature allowing the various souls passage. Standing two meters in height and composed of raw, sculpted muscle hidden beneath obsidian fur, I found myself momentarily entranced by his powerful, naked form. The only trinket he wore was a simple necklace that circled his three heads, each of whom glared down at the souls before him, walking in to be judged by the Three Kings.

Meanwhile, my eyes were drawn from his strong biceps and chiseled, sweaty abs that seemed as hard as black marble along his stomach, to the plump sheath dangling between his toned legs. Each of the two testicles housed in his furry scrotum seemed as large as an exotic grapefruit, which made me wonder if his very length would impress even Priapus.

"Halt!"

Suddenly, I froze in a defensive position when six ruby eyes flashed down at me.

"You are neither deceased nor a God of Olympus," he stated, fangs visible like lightening amidst his dark fur. "You must be yet another bastard of Zeus, are you not? I was wondering why I smelled his scent on the River Styx."

I could help but curl my tail slightly at his truthful words.

Did he really smell me all the way down from the tunnel? I wondered.

"I am. And I demand an audience with Lord Hades, my uncle."

The mighty hellhound raised an eyebrow on all three heads. "What for?" The middle one asked. "Lord Hades is busy this time of day. A war is occurring in the mortal world between Sparta and Thebes, so many souls are in need of judgement..."

My eyes couldn't help but wander down to his monstrous manhood, but I refrained from further staring when their owner started to growl again, emitting hellfire from his three maws.

Do not falter. Do not falter.

"I...I think it will be worth your while," I explained to the hellhound. "And besides, I doubt that Hades would be one to turn away the needs of a family member?"

Cerberus did not speak at first. He simply held a huge black paw to his middle chin, the other two heads still watching over the passing souls who did the wisest choice in ignoring our conversation. Even the most arrogant of mortals knew better than to annoy Hades' three-headed hellhound when he was in deep thought.

After several seconds of waiting for an answer, the middle head of the hellhound sighed, both in contentment and in understanding. Seconds later, he snapped his fingers and a two snarling, armored harpies appeared beside him, spears in claw. But not pointed at me.

"Very well." The looming creature turned his back and opened the diamond gates without so much as a single grunt of effort. "This way. Do not dawdle."

I followed him past the gates into the Underworld, a titanic cavern of winding chambers and pathways bathed in the hellish glow of rivers and trenches of magma. The walls seemed to glow with diamonds and emeralds, turning the unending ceiling into a vague mimicry of the night sky. Some monstrous creatures such as centaurs and harpies would walk by us, glowering at my presence before my guide's growls sent them away.

Unfortunately, my sights were set on one singular goal. Had I taken the brave chance of observing Cerberus' behind with lustful interest, watching his cheeks bounce up and down at each stride he made, I would've been unfortunate enough to not only ire the creature, but also miss the wondrous sight before me: Hades' royal palace, an obsidian marvel that dwarfed even my cousin's own in both sheer height and intimidating splendor.

We entered a smaller gate into the garden that surrounded it, but to my unprovoked surprise, all of the plants and hedges were dying. Rotting away in abandoned neglect, like the gardener himself once enjoyed tending to the hyacinths and lilacs adorning each bush. Now, he could barely stand the sight of them.

Why would Hades..._I started to ponder, then stopped, feeling a chill run up my spine, _wait. With his Queen gone, oh no...

Then, I suddenly remembered why. Summertime had recently come on the surface, meaning that Demeter no longer dwelled on tears and returned to her duties as Goddess of the Harvest, her crossdressing son Philos by her side. Mortals and gods alike knew how much he and the King of the Underworld loved each other, to the point even their marriage changed seasons for better and for worse. Whenever the cubs of my village would gather for storytelling around a fire, aside from the myth of Eros and Psyche, the girls would fawn over the star-crossed romance that revolved around Hades and the offspring of Demeter, who dressed as a woman when with his mother, and dressed as a man when with his husband in the Underworld. And the storytellers, no matter how different in their interpretations, never changed how much Hades became melancholy whenever his Queen would be absent in his present. As well as Demeter.

In the back of my mind, I dreaded whether a...complication like that would interfere with the completion of my Final Labor.

"Yes, Master." Cerberus suddenly stopped when we arrived at the towering doors leading into the palace, peeking over his shoulder to look at me. "King Hades sent me an order. He says he is in a meeting for the next hour, and told us to wait."

I clenched my paws, then relaxed them. The last thing I needed was to give that monster a single excuse to tear me apart on the spot, even if it was just by expressing frustration.

"Fine," I huffed, "What is there to do then?"

The doors opened to reveal a massive entrance hall, separating into various hallways. The hellhound did not wait and went down a random one in quick strides, forcing me to keep up while not being distracted by the mounds of his ass once again. During the sudden departure from the task at hand, I did notice his short, curving tail wag in visible anticipation, swishing back and forth over the perfectly curved crack along his backside. Perfectly furred and beefy and in need of being pried apart, possibly even...

I shook my muzzle, then gulped when my erection strained at my armored cup.

By Zeus himself, not since Iolas have I felt such attraction to another fur, my thoughts swelled with inner lust, duly noting, even if he is a hellish beast that guards the Underworld. When we arrived in a room at the end of the hall, my thoughts disappeared as Cerberus opened the door to reveal two figures. Both of whom were bearded, gorgeous and naked without a stitch of clothing on them.

One was a greying canine (who stared between us with silent contempt, more so at Cerberus) in some kind of mechanized chair placed against the wall, facing the other middle-aged male--an equally-handsome tiger with orange-and-black matted fur--whose neck was connected to the wall by a chain. Before I could fully comprehend the sight of the feline and the canine, the former knelt up in complete attention.

"Greetings, Cerberus the Master!" he bellowed out, almost in the same way a slave welcomed their master.

My eyes traveled between the captive mortals, in shock and in arousal. And Cerberus, without so much as acknowledging my presence, started fondling himself while stepping forward to the kneeling feline.

"I am in need of your tongue again, Pirithous. Now be a good mortal and...oh yes!"

I looked away, blushing furiously as the feline started nuzzling and licking at Cerberus' crotch. As I started to discreetly crane my neck up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the hellhound's erection, somebody nearby coughed. A quick glance to my left led me to remember somebody else, the canine captive, happened to be in the room too.

"Help us," the canine mouthed to me, his eyes darting between me and the hellhound across the room. "Help us. Please."

My paws instinctively grabbed onto his restraints, ready to pull them apart and free him when a guttural growl echoed from the back of Cerberus' throat. Or throats?

"What is it you think you are doing?" he asked in a deep, impatient voice. "These mortals are not dead, but they are here to fulfill their punishments as my bitches." Half-panting, the hellhound resumed thrusting into Pirithous' moaning maw. "Heh, good pup..."

The lust from before melted slightly, relieving my mind to be more focused.

"What were their crimes?" I asked curiously.

Pirithous moaned something, only for it to come out as gurgles, considering his lips were still wrapped firmly around Cerberus' manhood.

"Why," he grunted, ass still flexing into the submissive, chained feline, "for trying to kidnap Queen Philos, of course."

"We did not mean to anger Lord Hades--"

"SILENCE!" Cerberus snarled across the room, immediately quieting him to a fearful whimper. "If you give me more of that lip, Theseus, then I will personally replace your nightly rounds on the Priapus Chairs!"

The name suddenly struck me.

"Theseus?" I spoke aloud, ears now perked high. "As in Theseus, the King of Athens? The mortal hero who defeated the Minotaur?"

"Correct," huffed Cerberus, now gripping Pirithous by his ears with each powerful thrust. "He mfh, and this Thessalian...oh, fuck...thought they could...MFH! Waltz in here, oh yes, and steal Lord Hades' Queen!" The three-headed beasts hung his necks back, panting, "N-Now they're my toys!"

All three of his heads snarled together, his hips flexing faster into the tiger's maw whilst clearly nearing his climax.

"Grrrrrr, oh fuck, that's it!"

He thrust one final time into Pirithous, now gripping the hellhound's ass for support. Audible gulps could be heard as Cerberus emptied his very seed down the tiger's (un?) willing throat, while Theseus and I simply watched. Even he couldn't help but be aroused too, his cock hardening slightly against his bound legs.

"Ah, that was refreshing," the middle head panted, turning to me when Pirithous finished slurping up the rest of his cum. "Come now, mortal. King Hades is ready for your arrival now..."

As the looming hellhound casually led me out of the room, I complied in following him in a daze. I also couldn't help but stare once at his flaccid cock in horrified arousal, wondering if it would be my fate should Hades refuse to let me complete the Final Labor: defeating the monstrous, muscular and dominant beast and bringing him to King Eurystheus.

No! I reminded myself, _I am Heracles, and I will not fail! _