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Finally. My last and ultimate Labor was approaching. Not even a hellhound's casual nudity could distract me from such excitement, though his punctual words did.

"I am surprised you did not take advantage of Theseus' maw earlier," Cerberus grinned ear to ear across each of his three heads, his stride now confident and relaxed as we approached Hades' throne room. "If you politely asked me, I would have unlatched Theseus and given him to you for release. The chair he is in is designed to make him loose enough for even a fucking horse to breed."

I gulped quietly and willed enough strength to imagine penetrating Theseus of Athens.

"Well then," Cerberus cleared his throat, then returned to his stoic frown, "we are here. Lord Hades has given us permission to enter."

The vast chamber doors sculpted and blended in bronzed skulls, slid open to reveal a vast throne room that would rival any mortal king's, in both size and spectacle. Strangely patterned windows loomed behind massive obsidian pillars surrounding the circular chamber, while a blood red carpet led from the entrance to a curved staircase leading to an intimidating platform holding two equally impressive thrones. Though both were clearly carved from precious ebony and ivory, only the ivory throne remained empty.

Meanwhile, the owner of the ebony chair lounged in boredom as I approached, only to straighten when Cerberus and I approached the foot of the stairs.

I had endured much hardship these past ten years. Hera's madness led me to murdering my very cubs, then as a chance for penance, I subjugated my service to Eurystheus, my very cousin who commanded I complete ten (plus two) impossible tasks in order to be fully redeemed in the eyes of the Gods. Each Labor did little to quell my bravery, but I was not prepared to meet Pluto himself. Skinning the feral yet powerful Nemean Lion, decapitating the Hydra, enduring the hellish stench of the Aegean Stables, killing the cannibalistic Stymphalian birds, the Mares from Diomedes, the three-bodied giant Geryon, all of the dangers paled in comparison to the scowl embedded on my uncle's black muzzle.

"You must be Heracles, son of my brother Zeus, and the mortal Alcmene," he asked, "Are you not?" Hades, King of the Underworld. An older, regal jackal with the sharpest of ruby eyes, he wore an elegant achiton made of materials too foreign for me to name. As I was mesmerized in frightened awe at seeing his likeness for the first time, he smirked, "Answer the question, boy! It is rude to ignore questions from your own uncle, after all..."

My tense shoulder relaxed slightly, though I still held my guard up. Ready to grab my sword at a moment's notice in case it was a ruse.

"I am...Uncle Hades."

The elder canine arose from the chair, slowly stepping down the stairs.

"My Queen and I have heard great tales about you, Heracles," he chuckled in dark amusement. "Unlike most bastards of my brother, you do not commit yourself to such mortal feats solely for the state of your hubris. You are in search of redemption for your actions."

Before I could comprehend, Hades stepped forward to pull me in a momentary hug, making me realize just how much we compared in height and muscle. Though greying and darker in fur, my uncle's ears barely reached the height of my forehead, yet his stature beneath the achiton he wore indicated his eons spent beneath the earth did little to belittle the jackal's physical strength. He could rip my head off in the blink of an eye, should he desired.

Then again, he was my uncle, who tousled my headfur, much to my displeasure.

"Hey!" I growled, chuckling with him more so.

"You have grown well from the angry brat that angered Hera," he smiled, then stepped back to look me over. "I assume you are here to achieve your final Labor? If so, what is it you need from me?"

At his words, I warily glanced back to Cerberus, still standing by one of the pillars.

"My cousin, King Eurystheus of Tiryns and Argos has tasked me with abducting Cerberus, Lord Hades." That certainly gained the three-headed mutt's surprise, to which I further explained, "It would have been suicidal of me to intrude upon your domain, then kidnap your prized guard dog without your permission, so I thought it would have been more wise to ask you beforehand."

"Wise indeed." Hades nodded, musing on the task before sighing. "Very well. However, I require you to subdue Cerberus without using any weapons. Only your own strength."

My tail wagged at the thought of wrestling in the nude with such a well-built creature of darkness. Even Cerberus lowly chuckled behind me, causing my tail to slow somber when I remembered something else of importance. Part of me thought it was pointless to ask, but it had to be worth an attempt if it meant saving a soul in need of redemption.

"I also wish for you to allow both Theseus and Pirithous freedom from Hades, should I win the match."

At my suggestion did Hades' scowl returned to the same volume, probably tenfold. Not at me, but likely by the memory of what almost transpired thanks to the canine and feline mortals.

"Lord Hades," I bargained, "I am well-aware of their crimes, but they are regretful of their actions. They have yet to die too and are therefore not subjects of yours. Not yet, at the very least. Sooner or later, they will eventually become your subjects, allowing you to do as you please with them, should their hearts be unchanged. Do you agree?"

Hades narrowed his eyes and pondered in contemplation. As a victim of wrath and revenge, I likely knew better than most how he felt. After Hera's madness caused me to murder my family in a blind rampage, the remorseful anger I felt nearly consumed me. However, I learned in time that such anger only destroyed myself rather than others.

"Theseus will be allowed to leave back to the mortal world, should you defeat my hellhound, but Pirithous stays here," the elder jackal snarled, his white teeth contrasting against his black snout, "That impudent Thessalian planned to steal away my Queen, then had the insolence to insult Philos and I in our own kingdom!"

I tried to bargain further, "Please, can't you give leniency to both--"

"Do not test my anger, Heracles," he barked. "For as long as I am the dark king of this realm, Pirithous of Larissa shall spend the rest of eternity down here for his crimes!"

I tried to protest further, but the glow in my uncle's red eyes silenced any lingering dissent. Even if I found a way to continue arguing further, I could not betray my emotions, only to not guarantee at least one of the fallen heroes' freedoms. In the end, I had to accept the terms. "It is a deal, Uncle."

The Lord of the Underworld smirked, "Then let your Final Labor commence!"

Hades raised a paw and snapped his fingers, blinding the entire throne room in a bright light. I felt myself float momentarily, the ground disappearing under me like a mist, only for my toes to stagger for support on a rougher, uneven ground. As I found my bearings and firmly stood in preparation, the bright light lessened to reveal where I was. Or rather, where Cerberus and I had been teleported to.

A wrestling arena that dwarfed any in the world above us.

Cheers erupted from everywhere as the souls of former mortal furs appeared in the stands, pointing and murmuring to themselves as spectators. Several meters ahead of me, Cerberus stood in the same state of undress as I (not that he wore anything to begin with, nor own any scars along his muscular frame), except he did not hold as much bashful embarrassment, instead reveling with delight at such attention from other witnesses. Granted, I myself had been in an abundance of wrestling matches and strength competitions, some of them in front of audiences, but the sheer number of spectators in the stands made me wonder how large the arena truly was.

"Silence!" echoed the booming voice of Hades.

Eyes drifted to a high balcony to my left and Cerberus' right, overlooking the arena in luxury that no doubt belonged to a god. Standing at the ledge, the black-furred jackal glanced down at me and the large creature, then to his subjects with raised arms.

"My subjects, you are here to witness my nephew fulfill his final atonement, by subduing Cerberus, the guardian of the Underworld!" he announced, then glanced down to me with a serious glare, "Heracles, you must not harm my hellhound with so much as a scar or broken bones, but I cannot say the same for Cerberus. Your weapons have been confiscated and will not be returned until either of you are the last ones standing or the last ones to yield. I wish you luck, dear nephew, as well as to you, Cerberus. You may...begin!"

The air suddenly found itself knocked from my lungs.

Cerberus' left fist had connected with my stomach, sending me immediately against the lower wall of the arena. The spectators above me cheered either the hellhound's name or mine. I gasped for air and groaned at feeling my back strain against the cracked wall made of...I wanted to guess a mixture of obsidian and marble?

"Hahaha, is that the best you have in you, little demigod?" Cerberus boasted as he approached. "If you think I will let you steal away one of my toys, you are mistaken!"

I vaulted to the left just as he swiped at the cracked wall, leaving a deep claw mark in my place. I kicked at the ground and circled the creature, then backed up about several meters of distance between us. Cerberus' right head turned to my direction, then a chorus of three snarls erupted as his body turned in my direction.

My body slammed into his, and I tried grabbing for one of his necks, only to jump just in time from the jaws it belonged to. His claws slashed nothing but air, but I did grow cold when some of my sliced headfur fell to the ground between us. Cerberus almost gripped my arm, only for me to return it with a mighty punch to his abdomen.

Nothing happened. He only flinched in slight surprise.

"Hehe," he chuckled darkly, "is that all you can do?"

His next punch sent me sprawling backwards until I found my standing once more.

Momentarily, I looked to the luxury balcony to spot Hades looking gleefully down at the arena, specifically at me and the dreaded Cerberus. It only occurred for a split second within the intense fighting, but before his hellhound tried to strike me once again, Hades and I exchanged a a mutual gaze. His wicked amusement softened to a firm nod, one that conveyed more than any words that no scholars could ever perfectly muster: Good luck, Nephew.

I nodded back in kind before returning to battle.

I will atone myself of my sins! My very being screamed out, Redemption is mine!

Despite his well-sculpted size and muscular frame, Cerberus was surprisingly fast and agile, keeping me on my toes as we exchanged blows and missed attempts to subdue the other. Then again, as a guardian meant to prevent any captured souls from escaping the Gates of Hades, it made sense such a handsome creature would be as quick on his paw pads. My knees staggered, threatening to give in to the creature's weight.

When I tried grabbing one head, his other two would attack me. His strength rivalled mine greatly, even as we gripped each other's paws and tried pushing at each other with all of our powers. Our knees would stagger and buckle but not yield to the rival opponent, not until we returned to trading punches and kicks once again. If anything, the endeavors all brought me back to the Hydra all over again...wait.

An idea came to mind, but I needed to get in close.

Cerberus and I now stood a mere five meters apart, arms raised and circling each other, waiting for the other to make another attack. Our furry bodies glistened in sweat, our maws panting aloud as our eyes trained on each other. Waiting. Expecting. Plotting for the final blow.

Tail raised, I calmed myself and blocked out the cheers and clapping ovations surrounding us. The last thing I needed were outside influences to distract me. If I was going to finish the match and subdue the multi-headed monster, I needed my thoughts to be collected.

"Let us propose another friendly wager, Mighty Heracles..." all three of Cerberus' heads grinned lecherously, tail wagging back and forth behind his widened legs, "My proposition to you: should I yield to you, I will grant you the privilege of becoming the first demigod to deflower my virgin tailhole."

I blushed at the thought, which caused some of my red manhood to peek from my visible furry pouch. The hellhound took notice, as did a significant portion of the less-than-virtuous members of the arena's audience.

"Hehe," he coyly licked his middle head's chops, the other two laughing in a lecherous choir, "However, should you be the one to yield, should you not be as strong as the Olympians proclaim you to be, I will have the privilege to deflower you, and THEN devour you!"

Some of the surrounding souls laughed.

Fists clenched and eyes narrowed, I declared, "Do your worst, mutt!"

All three heads glared. "I am not a MUTT!"

Cerberus roared towards me like an angry bull. The canines of his three heads snapped for my footpaws as I jumped in the air, only to feel one of my ankles in a vice-like grip. Suddenly, my face and stomach were pushed to the ground. I narrowly dodged the hellhound's first elbow. However, as I narrowly avoided his next swipe, his free muscular arm grabbed the left side of my torso, sending me to the ground.

I was now pinned between the hard arena floor and Cerberus. Perfect.

I just needed to find the right opening to strike, but unfortunately for me, reality held other plans. One of them in the form of a hellhound's wet, elongating brown member straining between my thighs. I could practically feel it gorging and emanating like a hot crucible in need of some release.

"Got you now!" laughed the hellhound.

As his grip on my wrists tightened and my knees tried kicking his legs for freedom, Cerberus decided to sensually torture me. His hot breath bore down on my sweating body, his radiating chest making my stomach coil with a mixture of fear and arousal unlike anything I'd experienced lately. Then Cerberus leaned down and two tongues licked both sides of my neck, sending shivers down my spine and up my hardening wolfcock, now straining against his perfectly compact abs. And mine.

"Mmm, to devour you, or to fuck you..." his right head huffed directly into my left ear, continuing to press his member underneath my tail.

"It is hard to decide..." his left head panted into my right ear.

I gulped, trying to think clearly through the arousing fog.

"Either way," his middle head smirked with visible fangs, "you should concede defeat, little demigod..."

"NEVER!"

Ignoring any sophistication, my knee connected with the hellhound's manhood.

It required reactions split between seconds, but I found the agility and speed that would impress Hermes. I ducked my head away from Cerberus' snapping heads, pulled my wrists free and switched positions so I was atop my opponent, still reeling at such a dirty tactic. Yet before he could react, I had him now pinned against the arena floor, my arms now around his necks.

I shoved him against the dirt. "Yield!"

As much as he tried, Cerberus would not move. He tried barking, tried biting for any part of my upper limbs, but he could not reach. No matter how much he squirmed and shook and failed to push against my body weight, the three-headed hellhound would not budge a single centimeter from my strength.

"Yield, I say!" I growled, tightening my arms around his necks and pushing him closer against the ground amidst the shouts echoing around the arena. "Yield! Yield! I said yield, Cerberus!"

He stopped his attempts minutes later, leaving us silently panting in a certain naked position I was too well-familiar to know. However, I dared not to loosen my grip nor distract myself. Doing so would mean death.

Finally, Cerberus sighed beneath me. "I yield, Heracles..."