The Dream That Turned Real - The Canine Underworld - Subchapter 4
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The Dream That Turned Real|The Canine Underworld by Triple xXx Werewolf 2013 Subchapter 04: Bathtime PT2 Writing style: Stream of Consciousness
"Okay..." Mike said. "Let's do this. Better now than never. Let's split forms, or whatever you'd call it."
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Mike and his other forms have split apart to form seperate entities, beams of light shooting to the ground, taking the shapes of the four Lycans, as Mike turned Human once more. The light then disappears, with the werewolves in a boxed formation around the human.
The pit has been dug already, around three or four feet deep, the dirt piled up on all sides of the pit, save for a small opening for everyone to pass through.
"Alright, now we're getting somewhere. Where's the spider at?" Mike asked.
"Oh, Mog'tro?" Hellhound asked, naming their latest pet. "uhhhhh, lemme go find him."
"Mog'tro, this is your Master, HellHound. Git yer surry ass over here!"
"As you wish, Master Alpha." The spider chittered as it dropped down from it's web it created between a few adjacent pillars, almost scaring Hellhound.
"You's up there this whole time?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Not bad, not bad at all. Come with me, we need yer help."
"Alright, we need you to line this pit with your webbing. Think you can make it water-tight?" DemonWolf told the spider.
"Water-tight?" Mog'Tro asked in curiosity.
HellHound nodded. "Yeah. This'll be a test for you."
"What is this 'tight water' you speak of? Teach me, Masters Alpha."
"tight-water? yer kiddin' me..." HellHound muttered under his breath.
And so came about a somewhat long explanation on how Mog'Tros' silk, if weaved tight enough, could repel, or in this case, retain liquids. The spider was interested more than anything, its keen hearing focused on the Lycans as they were speaking, its cluster of around fifteen eyes tracking their every move...
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"Guys, are we done telling this guy where babies come from? Come on! I ain't gettin' any cleaner!" HellHound berated the others.
"Who's broke ass died and made your busted ass queen?" Feral shot back. "Or did I not beat your ass hard enough back in the crater?"
"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!" HellHound bellowed as he charged straight at Feral, who was more than prepared this time, teleporting away as he lunged at him.
"Mog'Tro, restrain him." Mike said in a calm manner.
"Yes, Sir!" the spider replied, cocking it's scorpion tail, and fired a large wad of sticky silk at Hellhound, restricting his movement tenfold, bringing him down in seconds.
"Thank you, Mog."
"No, thank you. I did not want to see Masters Alpha get hurt, either of them."
"Now..." Mike started, "Let's go ahead and start on this."
Mog'Tro then raised it's stinger-tail, and with precise aim, launched a volley of wet silk, it's eyes transferring every detail of the pit to the liner it was creating in mid-air, never missing a step.
"Wow, you've got this down, and this is only your first time, you're a natural!" DemonWolf praised the spider as it finished the deed set upon it.
"Finished!" Mog'Tro exclaimed as the liner fell perfectly into the hole dug out for it. "It will need some time to harden before we can use it, yes?"
"We don't mind waiting." Mike said.
"W-w-w-wait, this stuff turns into concrete?" HellHound shouted.
"Not what I used on you. That webbing is soft, pliable, but it will not tear." Mog'Tro replied.
"We'll see about that! HAH!" HellHound screamed as his body grew hot, he was practically glowing bright orange hot. They could all feel the heat he was radiating, enough so that they had to move away or risk being obliterated by it.
"Damn, did the Sun hawk a flamin' crap at- WOAH!" Dan said as he saw the action that was going down, with the others watching from afar.
"Mike! Get away from there, now!" Ryan shouted the Human over.
HellHound was still going at it, his fire burning just as bright as when he started. Everyone was still watching, albeit from the safety of behind Valdov's wings, as the dragon hunkered down.
"How long do you think he's gonna keep this up?" Anthro asked.
"I don't know, but he better finish this up before he burns himself out." DemonWolf replied.
Feral's eyes went wide as DemonWolf spoke, realizing that he was spawned from fire, yet he was hiding behind the dragon with the rest of them. He facepalmed, sighing, before giving DemonWolf a good hard whack to the back of his head, slamming him face-first into the ground.
"Dude, you're every bit the same as him. Why are you cowering over here with us for? Go over there and tell him to cut it out." Feral told DemonWolf as a softball-sized lump grew on his head.
"DemonWolf, your creation from the dragon's hellfire is what will keep you from being destroyed by anything of your element." Gorn reassured him. "Your creator would know."
Demonwolf sighed and walked over to HellHound, braving the intense heat that was visibly distorting the air around him.
"Hellhound!" Demonwolf said with a sharp whistle, "Ya done yet? We wanna use our pool already!"
"Not.. until.. I get... OUTOFTHIS!! YYYYYYAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" HellHound bellowed, his raging fires now burning twelve times hotter, blowing Demonwolf into the pillars, which were now melting into molten blobs of rock, threatening to trap Demonwolf now, as he scrambled to get out, running back by the dragon.
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As soon as it started, HellHounds' fury came to a spectacular end-- with a supernova-styled explosion of nuclear proportions, blowing everyone clear into the crater, as Hell was lit up so extravagantly, there were no words to describe it. Gornak's house, the Demons' sleeping barracks, with all 3,999 Demons--
All were wiped out.