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Advance warning: this work of fiction contains graphic depictions of violence and gore, including the destruction of male genitalia and various internal organs. If you do not wish to read about this or it would be illegal for you to view such material, please turn back now.

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It had been nearly seven hours since Unit D's last encounter, and it had thoroughly searched the land outside its initial city but found no more primals. Its databanks indicated there should still be three more, and so it had decided to quest farther afield in search of them.

It looked through ruined towns, overgrown valleys - no primals, and very little animal life in sight in general.

Yet upon reaching the outskirts of the ruins of a much larger city, Unit D began to see warning signs: giant paw-tracks, canine in shape, and puddles of territory-marking urine, in quantities so large that it might as well have been sprayed from a firehose.

Primal probability increasing.

Unit D roamed investigatively forward, and its auditory sensors eventually picked up on the tromping sound of distant footfalls. Unit D walked toward the sound, following the rubble of the main highway toward the city's heart, with a mixture of ruined buildings all around.

Unlike in other areas, the bushy undergrowth here was for the most part either nonexistent or trampled. The highway itself was barely recognizable in some places, even to the golem's precise visual processors, and in a few spots the giant paws had beaten out a trail so regular and repeatedly followed that they had left what looked like small ditches in the earth where roads once lay.

The sounds of the footfalls drew nearer, louder... and then Unit D saw him. Or possibly "them."

A three-headed black dog with eyes like fire was approaching from the distance, and approaching fast, in a romping stance that to a more empathically nuanced observer would have made it difficult to tell if the dog intended to play or to kill. The muscles of his legs bulged and strained in thick, powerful cords with each bounding step, and his belly dangled low with a well-fed yet muscular gut.

A disproportionately large genital sheath concealed what was almost assuredly this hellhound's only vulnerability, with his enormous yet otherwise ordinary-looking package of balls hung low behind that. His front shoulders were powerful and broad-set, giving adequate berth to the three sinuous necks upon which the pearly-toothed heads rested.

The dog bounded closer and closer, and did not stop. Unit D took a defensive stance and readied itself for battle, analyzing its opponent and making predictions for immediate testing.

The hound's size and muscularity forewarned of physical trouble for the golem: he stood nearly as tall as the golem's shoulders and was considerably longer, yet despite its size it did not seem particularly lacking in agility either. There would be no trapping it cleverly among the ruins as had worked with the cumbersomely long serpent; this looked to be a brutal melee showdown.

The dog's first choice of attack came as a surprise to Unit D's learning centers, which thus far had not encountered a maneuver like it: the demon dog leaped low, aiming directly at the golem's big legs, and successfully knocked it off balance before snapping hold of the right leg with the left and center heads. Unit D activated fast motion in reaction to this predicament, using the burst of speed to pummel both heads with repeated blows until the sheer weight of the attacks forced the teeth to scrape off of the golem's leg, leaving ugly gashes in the plating. After that it was all Unit D could do to force itself upright again before fast motion ended, leaving it vulnerable once again.

The dog wasted no time. He lunged for Unit D's legs again, but this time took a heavy fist to the central head's face, forcing the attack to glance off. Following up from that, Unit D took a lumbering step backward and to the side to avoid being pinned down by the dog's still-forward-moving body. The hellhound ended up failing to catch himself, struck the ground at an awkward angle, and then rolled swiftly upright again before leaping forward for another go.

This time both the right head and the center head met the wrath of Unit D's powerful fists, but it was all brawl for no apparent gain: like all of the primals before it, the hellhound did not suffer any actual harm from the blows to its body, and could only be shoved harmlessly back.

To Unit D's tactical frustration, the hellhound also kept its body low to the ground during all of its efforts, relentlessly favoring attacks on the golem's legs and not rearing up high enough to allow any hope of a punch against the groin at normal speed. The beast flatly wasn't exposing the area.

So it was that Unit D punched and fought, trying its best to overturn the dog for long enough to get an advantage. Fast motion returned as an option, but still the golem could not get the dog upside down. After that initial fluke of falling to the ground, the dog had been making his attacks more and more precise over time, never allowing his feet to end up out from under him.

With this melee continuing with no end in sight, Unit D's processors crunched through other options, and eventually concocted an idea. The golem stood in a defensive stance as normal, waiting for the dog to leap once more, but as soon as the beast did so, the golem went into fast motion and stepped perpendicularly aside.

For the first time in a good length of their fight the dog's determined attack was met by no impact at all, and its front paws drifted confusedly toward the ground. Unit D, meanwhile, pivoted its legs against the dirt, halted its momentum, and catapulted itself sidelong onto the dog's back.

Exactly as hoped, the dog toppled sideways from the unexpected imbalance of weight, and Unit D clung tightly around his belly, with one of his massive fingers poking the sheath back to reveal a strange three-pronged configuration of flaccid canine cocks, their arrangement in direct mimicry to the heads above.

Fast motion came to a close, but at this point it didn't matter: taking no chances on having insufficient clamping force available to inflict damage to the members if it tried to crush them all together, Unit D wrapped a fist around the rightmost of the members, closing the fist around the cock's base and middle with metallic certainty. The flaccid flesh kept up its structural integrity for only a few milliseconds before the clamping hand forced blood and breaking tissue up into the cocktip. The head of the phallus ballooned outward under the pressure before exploding with a sphlurck sound.

A look of shocked horror adorned the face associated with the cock whose head had just burst open, while the remaining two heads grimaced as if listening to some irritating, high-pitched sound that would not go away.

Unit D, for its part, remained enigmatic and expressionless, merely regarding this sub-task as one-third completed.

The dog tried to mount a counterattack, but for the moment found this impossible as a dreadful reaction started within his body. He fell into a full-body seizure so ferocious that he knocked himself free of the golem's grip and then rolled away with unnatural speed along the dust of the trampled ground.

The other two revealed members began engorging heavily with blood, their knots inflating and a sickly black precum-like substance oozing out of them. Meanwhile, the stump of the destroyed shaft bled a profuse, spurting shower of the beast's blood.

The beast got to its feet again, but not without further bodily chaos. While approaching the beast in the steady slowness of normal motion, Unit D watched as the rightmost head of the hound thrust backward at an unnaturally fast velocity. The neck cracked loudly as if its spinal bones were breaking. Despite this, the head began to twitch and tried to open its jaws to howl in pain, but the muscles in its neck spasmed into a tight lock-up that held the mouth firmly shut.

The head vibrated and trembled as its cheek-flesh began to bloat outward in a sudden upsurging of an unknown pressure. The eyes went wide and swelled, as if about to pop forcefully out of the head - and then the head exploded with a soft thoom, its skull and sinews and fats all erupting in fragmented, bloody pieces over their battlefield, with a good deal of them soaking Unit D's chest and thighs, as well as the remaining two heads of the beast.

The still-living heads redoubled snapping their jaws at the air, lunging toward the golem again as their body came free of its process. Only a bloody stump remained where the right head had once been - a wound which eerily matched that which the golem had dealt to the shaft down below.

Now with only two heads and a pair of oversized, knotty cocks throbbing in unison, the incensed hound seemed more bent to kill than ever.

Yet his frenzied attacks ended up working to the quick-thinking Unit D's advantage. The dog was more willing to rise high with his jumps now, giving the golem more opportunities to upset his balance. Despite this, without high speed, the golem still found actually reaching the members impossible while adequately defending itself, so it waited, enduring the occasional leg gash and belly-armor scratch from the fast-biting heads.

The moment that its high-speed power came back, Unit D struck, following a similar pattern of behavior to the one it had used before, grabbing hold of the dog's back and delivering devastating hook punches beneath its groin. With the angles currently involved, this ended up planting the golem's fist repeatedly onto the tip of the left-side member, malleting the flesh in on itself and giving the dog a severe penile fracture.

Up at the dog's front, the eyes of the associated head watered and its mouth opened to whine, but it had no time for tears as Unit D kept punching, flattening that flesh into mush as if it were little more than a nail for carpentry. Eventually the wound got so deep and so focused toward the center of the shaft that the cock split in two down to the knot. The broken flesh spewed its blood everywhere, with the knot deflating in rapid spurts.

The hellhound again entered a seizure in response to this damage and rolled around with overworldly speed and power. This time, however, it ended up dragging Unit D along, as the golem had been readier to grab full hold of the dog's flanks and torso after destroying the cock.

Unit D held on like a weasel in its death throes, hugging the monster's thick midriff with both arms and enduring blow after blow against the ground and the rubble as it maintained its efforts to break what remained of the dog's throbbing shafts. Soon the golem managed a few more punches that deepened the left shaft's split down into the deflated knot-flesh, further hastening the process of the left head's demise.

As the smushed-and-split flesh of the shaft bled out, a frenzied, fire-eyed rage painted itself on the corresponding head's face. The head groaned, as if complaining of a horrible headache; then, in a series of bursts of force that were timed perfectly with the ongoing spurts of blood from what was left of the cock, the bones of the left head's skull began breaking, as if they were being pulverized with a heavy object.

The face indented, with its muzzle being crushed inward, and a great wound opened on the muzzle's bridge and along the forehead. A moment later, the left head's brains and eyeballs erupted outward while what remained of the skull shredded open, splitting down the middle all the way to the neck, and leaving behind only a dangling pair of messy half-heads that could no longer function.

Blood, brains, and battered cockflesh formed a trail of damage behind the hound as it ran, with Unit D still very much in tow.

The lonely center head snarled and kept trying to turn the body faster and faster to shake off this dangerous interloper... but, much like for a smaller dog chasing his own tail, he accomplished little to nothing in doing this. Having learned quickly, Unit D's proprioceptive no longer had any trouble keeping up with the dog's movements now, and it stuck tightly to its present course.

Desperate, the demon dog made one more frantic pass around the area, clotheslining through every bit of rubble in sight in one more effort to get Unit D off, but its robotic fists remained firmly shut, and the clunky weight of its thighs only made gripping the dog's flanks with them easier. In a last-ditch effort, the dog tried rolling over at a high speed, but this did not dislodge the golem either, and only made it easier for Unit D to wrestle the beast into a position where his legs were stuck above him in the air - a position from which he could no longer flee.

Ten more fast-motion punches to the groin later, the hound's final head began to quake, with Unit D clinging tightly and successfully to the body despite the best efforts of its seizures to force the golem off.

This time the punches dealt the damage from the underside of the shaft, starting at the knotty base and working upward, crushing the flesh inward in a long line of overlapping, pounding attacks, before grasping the base tightly in one hand and wringing it sideways to force the blood to spurt even harder from the wounds. The death throes of the head reflected all of this, with the mighty neck suffering horrific black bruises that rose gradually upward - a phantasmal battering which soon thereafter gave way to an inward crushing of the flesh, a snapping of the neck, and a profuse loss of blood sputtering forth from the mouth.

While the legs were still kicking in their death throes, the golem continued wringing the cock's base, choking it out and eventually ripping the flesh off altogether. The damaged head popped off in a profuse gush of blood, its eyes quickly settling into a look of dazed confusion as it bled out and died.

To make sure everything was thoroughly dead, Unit D bludgeoned the remaining cockstumps and internal parts until they, too, were mush. What remained of the necks mimicked this damage, dying down fully into the monster's chest. The golem then ripped off the large sack of balls and tossed them aside, using the revealed space to punch the remaining flesh further.

It wasn't long before the body stopped moving entirely, entering the same otherworldly rigor mortis that had stricken Unit D's earlier foes. The hellhound's three cocks lay strewn in a mangled mess all over the ground, and Unit D stood victorious, with many new nicks and bites on its body armor to show for the battle - and more than a few inconsequential blood stains - but no critical damage.

Story (C) 2013 dolphinsanity and was anonymously commissioned.