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There was nothing unusual about an unsavory character coming into Amor's place of business.

The man ran a brothel, after all: seedy creatures made a habit of coming to the house even when they weren't interested in a private dance or a public show, and those among his most loyal customers were aware of greater deals to be had, if you knew how to approach them.

To look across the counter and see someone that looked so eerily liked himself should have been off-putting, to say the very least...but Amor was familiar with the man and his devious, cheesy grin.

"I'm surprised it took you this long to show up," Amor joked. "Normally, you've been in and out of here by this time on a Friday."

"It may be hard for you to believe, but I do have a life outside of letting your finest sluts bounce in my lap," Amonar confessed. "Though that is the highlight of my average week."

"Shall I call one of my finest sluts to the front for you, then?"

The front end of the brothel operation was innocuous enough: the lobby of the building was a modest set up of natural, wood floors and a front counter, where Amor himself was able to vet those who came in looking for a good time. Through the lobby and across the way, a pair of double doors opened up to the main stage for performances, and just past the check-in was a staircase, leading up a second floor wraparound.

The doors on the second floor that lined up with the stage granted access to the private booths of the high rollers, and on the perpendicular wall were the private rooms that belonged to the various employees of the brothel. Any room could be used by any employee, and as long as they knew what they were in for, any customer could request any combination of room and exotic dancer, creating a unique variety of experiences.

In that regard, Amor was a brilliant business owner: the rooms were renovated every now and then, keeping the experience fresh for the customers as much as the employees.

Amonar, however, had seen just about everything that the business had to offer.

"As a matter of fact, I'm not really interested in the usual fare today. Is there anything more exotic on the menu for this afternoon, or would you need a little more time to prepare that kind of thing?"

Brilliant eyes of captivating red were locked on Amor, coming from orbs that were a perfect match for the shape of his own. He'd gazed into them many times with his opposite stare of soothing, steely blue, but that evening, he was having trouble pulling his eyes away from the demonic doppelganger.

"I...I'm afraid I don't have anything more exotic available than my usual lineup...though I've never had anyone ask for something more exotic than that," Amor admitted. "I'm almost afraid to ask what kind of delicacy you're pursuing this evening."

His choice of words was intentional, just in case the wrong set of ears happened to be nearby their conversation: simply confessing that he was running such a seedy brothel was a surefire way to get it shut down by the proper authorities.

Amonar didn't have that level of concern about his own words. "I'm after a pet, you might say," he explained, using terms that could easily be taken in the wrong context. "But not just any old dancer will do, Amor. I need someone that's never been had, in a place that's never seen action before..."

"I'm not sure I can help you with that first part," Amor suggested. "But I do have a room that's in the middle of a renovation...I'd...w-well..."

Amor trailed off as his doppelganger brushed the length, white bangs away from his face. The pair shared a gaze that lasted a moment longer than Amor was actually comfortable with...but in that span, Amonar was able to get more than his point across.

"I probably shouldn't leave the front unattended, but if you're that eager to see what I've been planning, I suppose you are one of my best customers."

The canine was doing his best to keep a firm, confident smile on his lips, but the young alchemist was struggling to keep whatever spell had come over him from taking advantage of his lapse in judgment.

It should have been easy enough to realize that Amonar was tugging him along on a proverbial string, but something about the captivating gaze and domineering aura of the demonic mutt was proving to be more than he could resist.

"And if you'd like me to remain one of your best customers, I daresay it would be in your best interest to show me that room," Amonar recommended. "I'd even be happy to give you a few pointers of how you could appoint the room, free of charge!"

That was enough for Amor to roll his eyes, even when he felt like he was losing control of their direction. "I can't thank you enough for your unfathomable generosity," he groaned. "Just...let's make this quick, okay? The last thing I need is people sneaking in the front and getting to the main stage for free."

"You could always lock the doors early, Amor."

"N-no; I need to make sure that the seats are filled. I'll be right back, won't I?"

Amonar smirked, the tips of his pointed fangs punctuating the gesture with even less honesty. "Oh, of course! I'll have you back here in ten minutes or less...that's what your dancers always say to me when they're bragging, after all."

"And you tend to send them back to me in shambles," Amor noted. "Let's get on with it, shall we?"

Though he was normally of a sharp mind, the alchemist was already falling under the seductive wiles of the incubus, but the similarities in their appearance created a familiar sense of comfort for Amor, keeping him from questioning the purity of Amonar' intentions.

That should have been the first thing he did, as he came out around the counter and guided his white-furred doppelganger up the stairs. The first door was the room under renovation, and only Amor had the key to unlock it: a simple glance from Amonar was all it took to convince the swooning canine to gather the key to himself and press it into the enchanted lock.

Letting Amonar into the room first, Amor snuck right in after him and made sure to close the door tight behind him, not wanting to give away any free previews of the room to the other customers...but in doing so, he'd already sealed his own fate.

Amonar was quick to ignore just how exquisitely appointed the room was: he turned around and cast his glare on Amor once more, preferring to see the wonder in the eyes of the man that originally released him.

As far as he was concerned, there would be plenty of time to get acquainted with the unique landscape that Amor created, and behind him, the illusion of an endless, haunted forest was painted onto the walls, with the bed itself hidden beneath patches of green and brown, making it appear as though it were part of an already established path.

"You should really have known better than to get lost in these woods with someone like me," Amonar warned him, keeping a narrowed glare on the young alchemist. "I thought you knew I couldn't be trusted, but then again...this is a bit out of your league, isn't it?"

The incubus was familiar with the depths of hell: there were multiple portals to make his way back to the underworld, if he was so inclined.

That Amor had created a forest getaway within one of the private rooms was already firing Amonar up, but the resemblance to the entrance of a portal of hell was so impressive that the doppelganger felt like he was right back home again.

Being in that comfort zone allowed him to move with greater aggression on the man who originally freed him: hips came together as the pair of canines bumped into the locked door.

"As you are now, you'll never survive this place, Amor. You need to take a more durable form...something that can handle the rigors of the darkness."

Entranced by the incubus and his powerful stare, Amor was already struggling to keep his back from the door, but as legs forced him to stay upright, something within him realized there was a deeper plot at stake.

Realizing that fact a moment too late kept him from being able to escape the cleverly woven web: as he trembled in place, he failed to break free of the hypnotic gaze of the incubus. "You don't...y-you don't think I'm able to handle this place?" he asked, forgetting that the room was a reflection of his own genius and design.

"Not as you are now," Amonar suggested. "But perhaps, what you need is buried somewhere within you...and we just need to bring it out of you."

Quivering digits dropped the key to the door, a lower jaw trembled with curiosity, and Amor stared into the depths of something so similar to his own gaze that he couldn't help trusting the source.

Nodding slowly, he accepted Amonar' words as law. "Then what would you have me do, Amonar?"

The incubus was playing the long game, at first: now that he knew Amor was seduced, he could go after the only target that ever eluded him in the burlesque house.

He'd slept with every stripper and dancer on the roster, but it was in his nature to lust after the highest sources of power and authority, and there were none greater in the burlesque house than Amor himself.

"I've always thought you were holding yourself back in your line of work, Amor...that you were doing yourself a disservice by staying on the sidelines when you could have been on the front lines," Amonar explained. "But I understand why you might be hesitant to...shall we say..._enjoy_yourself by taking part in such unsavory activities, when you have such a professional appearance to maintain."

The seduction was complete: Amor nodded slowly and mindlessly, allowing Amonar to pain the picture for him. "What would you recommend I do, then?"

"Well, as you are, you can't possibly risk enjoying yourself with a common customer," Amonar replied. "You don't want to show that kind of favoritism, but...if it was only you in mind, and not in body, no one else would be any wiser, would they?"

Twisting his obligations into the chance for Amor to have a little fun while running the business was the perfect play by Amonar. Had he opened with that, he might have been able to convince the canine to let his guard down without seducing him first...

...But as far as she was concerned, that wouldn't have been nearly as much fun.

"You say it with such confidence...what...w-what makes you think it would be so easy?" Amor asked, his voice losing confidence and certainty.

"Why don't you just let me worry about that part of the equation...and you just worry about enjoying yourself?" Amonar offered. "You must be so stressed out from running this business with so much professionalism...don't you deserve to blow off a little steam?"

"I guess I do..."

"And what better way is there to do that than by taking a night off...instead of being the big dog around here, you can try being someone's pet for once?"

At that, Amor blinked, but he no longer had the wherewithal to realize what he was agreeing to when he nodded. He would have been shocked that he was the one at the top of Amonar' list, but as the last name on it, he didn't realize anything until it was too late to stop it...and by the time he felt the incubus stroking his cheek and coaxing him down to the floor, he was a willing participant in his own demise.

"Just for one night, right?" he asked, holding onto the very last bit of his nerves until his doppelganger was able to dissuade them.

Whether it was the truth or not, the incubus nodded and leaned in closer, already gathering a spell on his lips. "One night, as many times as you want," Amonar told him, leaving the words open to interpretation...but Amor was only paying attention to the first bit of that offer, and feeling the lips of the incubus upon his own, the canine's final concerns melted away with a passionate kiss.

As lips danced upon each other and sensations built within the alchemist, the incubus was imparting something more upon him with every delicate brush of his tongue. Even before Amonar slipped back from the kiss, Amor could feel a shift in his body, but he didn't care enough to see it or worry about it.

He cared far more about leaning toward Amonar and pursuing the man that was taking the posture of his master, wanting to know what the incubus would ask of him next. Already, something obedient was telling him to follow Amonar, but from his backside, his instincts pushed him down first to his knees, and then, to his palms as he rolled forward and followed.

With the false, grassy texture and green and brown colors on the ground around him, Amor still felt very much like a canine, but there was a primitive thought process taking hold in his mind, as though this was the perspective that he should have had all along: it seemed normal and natural for him to following behind the incubus as he stood up, and to pursue whatever path he took.

At first, it was painful for the heels of his wrists to bounce against the floor, finding little comfort under the false grass...but with each drag of his knees and each press of his palms, he could feel thick, full pads growing out from his digits. When the soreness in his knees became too much, he awkward stuck his legs back and out, but the press of his paws into the floor behind him became easier with each step he took.

In his mind, he was following the incubus through the depths of a forest, back to a home that he was already very familiar with. If not for their previous connection, he'd never have known the winding trails of dark energy that came from an ethereal door, but the kiss imparted by Amonar gave not just the start of a transformation, but a wealth of false memories to the changing alchemist.

He felt as though he'd covered the distance of an entire forest when Amonar finally stopped and turned back to look at him...and instead of standing upright to address the incubus again, Amor rolled back onto his haunches, pressing his backside into the floor and pushing his arms down in front of his torso.

His hands barely reached the ground in that posture, but they were getting closer by the moment...and Amonar couldn't have been happier with what he saw.

"Seems I've gained a new companion on my travels, haven't I?" he asked, leaning over at the hip and reaching out with a single digit. He stroked the side of Amor's muzzle and traced the end of his sharp, curved claw to the fluff upon his cheek, before planting his palm on the spot and capturing the stare of a canine that was more a feral beast than an upright man. "You look as though you could use a little company...perhaps intimate company?"

The words still held meaning to Amor: he fully understood not only their purpose, but the tone that was behind Amonar' inflection as exactly what they were.

It was a call to sensual action, but it was one that Amor didn't feel properly equipped for in his current state. Despite that fact, Amonar didn't seem put off in the least...rather, he seemed to know something that Amor didn't, and he was counting on that knowledge as he captured Amor's stare once more.

"A good little hellhound like you shouldn't be left alone in a place like this," Amonar told him, but there was still something more in his voice, putting greater focus on how alone Amor truly was. "Especially when you're giving off such a powerful scent...you never know who might come after you!"

The natural, canine musk that both men carried was nothing new to Amor, but the way that Amonar described it didn't quite resonate with him, at first.

Being trapped in his clothing, the changing alchemist gave a quick, nodding gesture to his slacks, for some reason thinking that was an easier method of getting his point across than simply saying that he needed help getting them out of the way.

It still got the job done, but Amonar was chuckling at the quiet, meek gesture. "Shall I take care of these for you? Seems some cruel monster decided to shackle you with something that keeps you from seeing what you really are..."

There was very little change in the facial structure of the canine, but his eyes were more expressive than they ever been. Just below that, Amor could still feel his skeletal structure moving around and shifting, but he was so happy with how easily his palms could go flat on the ground that he didn't consider how much that had altered his immediate appearance.

Instead, he was quick to try and stand up, but he stood on all fours, instead of standing all the way upright. The pads at the end of his digits were still growing thicker as he rested upon them, and the fingers above were growing fuller to match, the same as his feet, now swelling up much more like proper paws.

Getting the legs of his slacks down and over those larger pads would prove difficult on his own, but with Amonar guiding him through it, it turned out to be an easy and intimate experience, with the incubus taking care of his belt and his zipper; those things had become impossible to manage with such thick pawpads, but Amonar made quick work of them and pushed down.

What he revealed as he did, only the incubus was able to truly appreciate: a cock that once hung long and proud between Amor's thighs was starting to shrink back and out of the way, just as Amonar originally hoped. The tip of the same was already sealed over, removing the presence of his urethra...but it was only shifting position as the tip of the member continued sinking back into the middle of Amor's crotch.

For someone watching, it was obvious what the lengthy organ was shifting into, but Amor had no idea anything was changing at all, until he felt Amonar stroking the tender nub and testing how sensitive it would be, now that it was changed.

What the hell was that?!

In his own mind, Amor still had a proper dialogue, but he couldn't express those thoughts as words anymore. He let out a quick, canine whimper at the stroke over the button, but legs that were shifting their posture couldn't cross to stop Amonar from exploring the slowly forming womanhood.

Even if they could , Amor didn't want them to: he'd never known such a powerful, yet fleeting burst of pleasure in his life, and just below that touch, a small gash was forming from the remnants of his shrinking sack.

Already, the orbs within were gone, but the pliable flesh that once held them was shifting to a shape that both men were familiar with. For Amor, it was impossible to get any closer to one than to literally have one, and for Amonar, coming across them wasn't terribly difficult: being an incubus came with plenty of perks, and among them was the easy seduction of lusty targets.

Amor was among those ranks anymore, and as the new petals of his labia came together and shaped themselves between his thighs, he was struck by the immediate warmth and moisture within his body, as though a part of was drowning.

"I spotted you as a hellhound from a distance, but a hellhound bitch? I never would have fathomed," Amonar lied, admiring the new, finalizing shape of the pouted entrance. "Explains that enticing scent, though...and why you were trying to keep that a secret from someone like me. You're nervous to trust anyone with your needs, but I'm well aware of how to satisfy a bitch like you..."

A bitch? What does he mean? Amor thought, wearing a quizzical look on his face. His eyes were enough to spell out his confusion, but more than that, his lips were thinned on the sides of his muzzle, creating an expression that was just as cute as it was concerned.

"It's awfully convenient, really. I was just telling my friend Amor that I was looking for a pet to call my own, and here you are, absolutely perfect for the role," Amonar explained. "We just need to get the rest of those bothersome clothes off of your body, throw a leash around your neck, and you and I can really get to know each other..."

Amonar wore no shirt upon his body, allowing his dark, gray overcoat and his white underbelly to show with pride, complete with the subtle visage of his toned physique just beneath the surface.

To anyone who had the chance to gaze upon him, he was a feast for the eyes, but for a heated bitch that was just coming to understand her new sense of desire, he was an irresistible feast for all of her senses, overwhelming whatever sense of judgment she still had.

After all, Amor still held her intelligence, and she was still more than happy and able to accept Amonar' invitation to make love in the forest, even if she was having trouble expressing the same.

"You're still getting used to those new legs, aren't you?"

Standing on legs that were thinner than she was used to, Amor could barely keep her posture as she stood on all, wobbling fours, akin to a newborn fawn. She didn't want to show any sliver of weakness to the man that had discovered her, but more than that, she did want to proudly display the part of her canine womanhood, unbridled and dripping with overt lust.

"Looks like you're getting used to some other things too...and I'd hate to leave you in such a state. What kind of man would I be to leave such a beautiful woman in such dire straits?"

He was taking full advantage of the spell anymore, looking upon a feral bitch and admiring her body without an ounce of shame about the fact.

In his grin, his excitement was obvious, but the exclamation point on the whole statement was the quick, eager snap of his cock as he tugged down his own slacks and allowed his erection to come free, pointing at the face of the bitch and capturing her attention.

The long, full shaft of black was dripping with a delicate shimmer of precum, looking so appetizing and full that Amor couldn't take her eyes off of it. Had she a little more experience moving around on her transformed paws, she would have gleefully approached it for a curious lick, but her limbs were just reaching the peak of their change, and the rest of her structure was finally supporting the quadrupedal state that she now preferred.

Admiring it from that short distance, the best she could do was swish her tail about and spread her heated scent, unaware that there was still one change occurring within her, no matter how small.

The follicles of her brown overcoat were starting to turn, shifting to a brilliant, fiery orange, before they moved into an even brighter red, like the stages of a burning flame flickering about on her skin.

Just like the remnants of a fire, smoldering fur of black replaced the comforting brown of her fur, cementing her status as a hellhound, just as Amonar described her.

" Now you look like you might be ready for me," he declared, watching the pattern of her fur continue to shift to an ominous, dark coat. "Such a soft, luscious coat...such ethereal heat coming from your body...and the hottest spot of all, right here, between your legs...you really are a proper hellhound, aren't you?"

The saliva that dripped from the end of her long, blood red tongue sizzled when it landed upon the false grass of the make-believe forest, but in the heat of the moment, Amor would neve figure out that she was in an illusion of her own design.

All that mattered was that she'd found a suitable lover to take care of her painful arousal, and whether it was as a pet, or a lover, she wasn't going to argue with his approach. As his digits stroked along her lower back, she shuddered with delight and rolled her hips, and even before he reached her rump, her tail was lifting and twisting around the bulk of his wrist.

A subtle wiggle of the hips came along as his fingertips dragged along the side of her canine womanhood, feeling such plentiful moisture that no further warmup would be necessary.

"We can worry about the collar later," Amonar murmured. "There's far more important things to take care of, first."

It was in the nature of an incubus to be at least a little selfish in the bedroom, but in this instance, Amonar was patient in making sure that Amor was thAmorughly prepared before he knelt behind the eager hellhound.

Embracing his own inner canine and treating her with a manner that would feel familiar, he came in close, aligned his cock with the pouted slickness of her folds and made sure the tip was just kissing the inside of her virgin passage before he took things to the next level.

A low, rumbling whimper from the other end broke his own self-restraint: his arms slapped down against her slender tummy and slipped around the front of her thighs as he drove forth, pulling her body back into his groin and driving his hips into her helpless form in one fell swoop.

"Just like a hellhound bitch...t-to tempt me into even greater sins..."

Amor was still blissfully unaware of the plan, and that bliss was growing as she felt the entirety of a canine cock spreading her fittingly shaped insides. She didn't have the experience to properly squeeze and embracing his pulsing tool, but she could adjust and yield to him, letting him guide her through the excitement and intensity of her heat: even the first of his thrusts was a perfect blend of heightening pleasure and utter relief.

Her tail stayed perked, wrapping over the side of Amonar' hip as he pumped forth again, but this time, he didn't give Amor any chance to adjust: they were dogs, through and through, and his hips were quick to become a blur of sexual energy, pounding the entirety of his member into her passage with every thrust.

"I was thinking I might let you change back after this, but...y-you feel so fucking good...as soon as I'm done bloating your womb with my seed, I'm gonna find that leash and make you my bitch...f-forever!"

Claws raked against the soft, pliable skin just above her womanhood, scraping the place where her fur was the shortest. Between those spots, the rows of her nipples came alive with a tingle as she realized she even had them, but being a beast of lust, she immediately accepted how pleasurable it was to feel the sensations that poured away from them.

She was drooling on the floor as she panted with a perfect blend of desperation and ecstasy.

"I can tell how much you love this, Amor...how much you love being a little bitch for me," Amonar taunted her just as much as he praised her new body, ravaging it in the process and driving into it with such force that her hind legs struggled to stay on the ground. "If I'd known you'd be s-such a willing vector for this, I would have put you on your knees and fucked your brains out weeks ago!"

His short time as Amor's doppelganger was filled with seemingly endless thoughts and desires of plunging the depths of the canine, but even in his wildest dreams, Amonar couldn't have imagined things going as well as they were right then.

With precum already spreading around the inside of her new passage and sinking closer and closer to her recently born womb, Amor never would have thought such a thing was possible...but she hoped she'd retain her memories of that moment as she clawed at the floor and lowered her head, desperate to be flooded with the only thing that would satisfy her heat.

"You don't even know w-what you're doing to me right now, do you?" Amonar asked, feeling an internal clench that was entirely involuntary. It was the fluttering of an orgasm, coming from a body and mind that couldn't embrace the entirety of the situation...but as long as she tried, and as long as his cock pummeled her inner muscles, she couldn't keep from crying out with a decisively canine howl and holding utterly still for his yield. "You're milking me, y-you...naughty little bitch..._oohfuck..._y-you're making me cum!"

Seed burst from the tip of Amonar' cock as he moved his body as fast as his physical coil would allow, throwing his full weight into the inexperienced hellhound. She knew only that she needed to hold still for what came next, but her entire form was shuddering with earthly delights as slick, heated cum flooded her womb and filled her already burning body with an even greater sense of comfort and warmth.

Arms that already held her a little too tight clamped down around her hips and held her there, letting her feel the throb of a full, exhausted cock and the subtle tense in his sack as it rested against her clit.

The experience was complete, but Amonar knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from living it out over and over again...not that Amor minded in the least.