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It was around seven in the evening when Daheera and Jake exited the taxi he had booked to drive them to the dance.

Dressed in a simple unmatched suit, a blue jacket with light grey pants, Jake felt great. Sure, the demoness was moody, authoritative, and scary, if not outright terrifying at times, but she had seemed very happy with their little “lecture”, and the thought of being able to get intimate with her again, hopefully pretty soon, was enough to distract the young college student from her domineering attitude. He thought back at the sensations of the morning, at the wonderful flavor of her juices, at the magnificent sight of her paws and vagina before him.

He had gone in the bathroom to masturbate three times already, and he wasn’t sure he could hold off the whole evening.

Plus, he thought looking at the beautiful girl to his right, she hadn’t gone back on her words, and in her human form, Daheera looked even more gorgeous. He could barely contain his excitement at the thought of being at the side of such a beauty, making his colleagues die of envy.

As the taxi stopped, he climbed down of it, moving around it and bringing a hand towards the other side of the vehicle, a hand that a large, slender, feminine one immediately grabbed. He felt a strong force pulling him down, and he almost fell to the ground before the head of his date emerged from the yellow vehicle.

Daheera had to maneuver a bit to exit the taxi without smacking her forehead, and she wasn’t super used to walking in heels, but with some support from the boy, she managed to pull herself up.

“Oh, this is a nice place,” she said, looking at the lit-up Economy building, dotted with the figures of various fancily dressed students. She reckoned there were around two hundred to two hundred fifty students, many of whom were standing around the front garden, taking pictures and conversing with each other.

She looked around, trying to find her date, until she saw him lying on the ground.

“What are you doing down there?” she said.“Get up!”

Begrudgingly, he obliged, not even trying to protest. She smiled as she saw how puny he looked even in this body.

“So,” he began, dusting himself off, “Do you remember everything?”

“Yes,” she said, rolling her eyes, “My name is Diane, I’m from the UK and I’m here to start college next month thanks to a sports scholarship I won.” She stated. “Do you really think we need this whole charade? I could just, you know, make them believe what I want,” she stated, flicking her wrist.

“Y-yeah, you can never be too sure.” he stated.

“I think that’s stupid… but alright. I’ll do whatever you want, consider it compensation for your service today.” She observed, starting to move towards the garden, ignoring his blush.

The jaws of most of the students near the driveway dropped as the 6’11” raven-haired bombshell made her appearance.

She smiled, strutting confidently towards the entrance, Jake wrapped under her arm. She could almost feel the sensation racing in the minds of those kids, the envy of the girls, the lust for her body of the boys, and the general awe of the people as her figure traversed the cobblestone driveway.

“You know, this isn’t so bad, Jakey,” she said to his partner, that she was almost dragging along, the shorter guy unable to keep up with the strides of the statuesque girl, “I kinda like the attention.”

He blushed at her way of addressing him.

“C-could you not call me Jakey?” he asked, in the most diplomatic voice he could muster. “My grandma called me that when I was little, and that makes me feel like a kid.”

“Well, you look pretty small from up here,” she said. “But alright, you’re the boss,” she stated, smirking.

Rapidly, they came into sight of the entrance, where he could see a couple of security guards, one of which was holding the leash of a German shepherd.

“Shit,” he said, “I should’ve imagined it. They’re checking the students for weed.”

It appeared like the dean was adamant in trying to cancel the memories of the recent scandal from people’s mind.

“Don’t worry, leave everything to me.” said Daheera.

She walked towards the entrance, the guard dog starting to bark at her immediately.

“Miss,” one of the guards said, “May I ask you to come a bit closer?”

“Of course.” she said, taking a couple of steps towards him. “Is there something wrong?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“May I see your student ID, Miss?”

“I’ve arrived last week, I don’t have it yet,” she said, “I’m just accompanying him,” she added, pointing to Jake.

He promptly gave his ID to the security men.

“Okay, we’ll see about that. But I still have to ask you to empty your purse, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course,” she said, removing the content of her purse. “See, there is nothing here.”

The guard rummaged through her stuff, apparently not seeing anything prohibited. He then saw that the dog was barking directly at her, more than at what she was carrying.

“The purse is clean, but you still will have to follow us, we’re gonna need to do a perquisition.”

She paced closer to the security guards, looking at them intently.

“Oh, I don’t think it will be necessary, sir.” she stated, whispering to his ear, one of her fingers scraping his neck, “I’m just a young girl.”

Immediately, the guards froze, and the one that had been questioning her promptly gave her the purse back “Of course m-miss, enjoy your evening,” he said, pulling the barking dog away from her.

She smiled, kneeling.

“I-I don’t think it’s safe, m-miss,” said the guard, holding the leash tight, “I’m having some issues controlling him tonight.”

“Why not?” She asked, touching the dog’s ears, making him calm down immediately “He seems like a good boy to me,” she added, scratching the German Shepard's head between her hands.

“See, that was easy,” she said to Jake, as they left the two guards. “Have more faith in me, please.”

“Y-yeah, okay.” He said, still getting used to her manipulative powers.

As they entered, he immediately directed her towards a side of the vast room, where he could recognize some of his college acquaintances.

“Hey jake” said Chuck, one of his colleagues, who sat right next to his girlfriend Faith “How are you doing, they say you’re with someone finally… woah.” he said, his eyes widening as they fell on Jake’s partner.

“She’s Diane,” he said. “A new foreign student here.”

“P-pleasure to meet you.” said the blonde guy, shaking her hand, completely unaware of the look that his girlfriend had given him.

“The pleasure is mine.” She said, smiling.

The tall blonde guy felt himself almost melting under the look and smile she had given her. At 6’3”, he wasn’t exactly used to being shorter than people, so being towered so effortlessly, by a girl nevertheless, was making him nervous.

“S-s-so, where do you c-come from? L-long ways away from here?” he said, sweating.

“UK, Birmingham to be exact.” Diane answered.

“Ah, I see,” said Faith, barely hiding her annoyance at the tall girl’s sudden appearance. “And what exactly brings you here?”

“I’m gonna get into the basketball team here, I won a scholarship.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” said Chuck “I look forward to seeing you play, I’m a big fan of our team!”

“Oh, really?” she asked, “ I look forward to seeing you in the steps then,” said Daheera, winking.

“Let’s go grab a drink Diane,” said Jake, interrupting their conversation.

“Sure” she nodded.

It took Jake a lot of self-control to avoid chuckling as they saw Faith starting to violently argue with her boyfriend when they moved away from the couple.

“I dunno what you did there, but it certainly worked.”

“See, you just needed to trust me,” said Daheera, smirking.

Jake smiled, moving toward the table, and grabbing two glasses of punch.

He took a sip. Of course, no alcohol.

“Oh well,” he thought, grabbing the drinks. “At least the company is great.”

He looked around, a large smile appearing on his face as he saw that he and his odd partner had definitely caught the people’s attention, and the looks that the guys were giving him left little to no doubts about their feelings. They were probably asking themselves what on earth did such a towering beauty find in a scrub like him.

He gave one of the drinks to his date.

“Oh,” she said, “What’s this?” she asked, smelling it, her other hand full of various appetizers.

“Some mixed fruit juice stuff,” he said “But it doesn’t taste bad.”

She sipped it “Meh, neither great. At least the food is decent,” she said.

He looked behind her, noticing not without surprise that she had scarfed up twenty to thirty of the mini-pizzas and mini tacos that rested over the large serving table.

“You should keep it down,” he whispered, “We don’t want to grab everyone’s attention.”

“I’m keeping it down,” she explained. “I’m fucking hungry, and I’m eating everything now, so I’m set for later.”

He shook his head.

“Maybe it will be better to move away from the buffet for a bit,” Jake said “Wanna hit the dance floor?”

She looked at him “Sure,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

They danced for the next hour or so, until suddenly, the lights got low, and a slow song started playing.

“Shit,” he thought, blushing heavily as he looked around him, seeing all the guys grabbing their girls in a tight embrace, and he immediately tried to move towards the appetizer’s table again.

Before he could swish away from the song unnoticed, he felt two strong hands grabbing him, putting him back in place.

“Where are you going?” asked Daheera, putting one hand on each of his shoulders.

“I-I think that’s enough dancing for today.” He said, his cheeks crimson.

“Come on!” she exclaimed, “And losing the slow dance? That’s exactly what girlfriend and boyfriend usually do.”

“B-but, I-I’m not good at it.”

“Don’t worry, just follow my lead,” she said.

He looked up at her, nodding unconvincingly.

“A-Alright.”

Immediately, he felt himself pulled towards her.

“So, first of all, you have to move close to me,” she instructed.

“Okay.”

“Then, put a hand on my waist.”

He did so, feeling her muscles below her form-fitting dress.

“And the other on my shoulder.”

He rose his hands up, noticing that no matter how hard he tried, he struggled to reach the shoulder unless he stood on his tippy toes.

She chuckled at his effort.

“Wow, you’re really short.” She said, “But okay, put them both around the waist then.”

“Hey, I’m average height!” he protested, as he tried to circle his hands around her expansive waist, marveling at how tiny they looked against her toned hips.

She looked down at him. She realized that, for some strange reason, she was really enjoying this, more than she thought she would.

“Sure,” she said, in a playful mood, “Still, I bet I could raise you off the ground with just one of my legs, wanna try?”

”M-maybe later,” he stated, looking around nervously.

“Deal,” she said, smirking, “Now, just go with the music, and try to lead me in the moves.”

With his face still crimson, he did his best to lead his amazonian partner, something that he managed to accomplish only thanks to the significant help of Daheera.

“Y-you know,” he said, looking up at her, “You’re behaving a b-bit d-differently today.”

“Well, I’m mostly playing my part,” said Daheera, shrugging her shoulders. “But in all fairness, I thought that I was a bit too harsh with you yesterday, considering how obliging to my whims you were. Maybe because I gave you a good scare,” she added, chuckling.

A forced giggle escaped his lips, “Haha, you got me. Still, I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Well, we can always go a little rougher if you want.” She observed, smirking.

He froze “N-no need for that,” he said “I-I’m good, t-thanks.”

“Okay,” she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Speaking of playing my part,” she said, closing her eyes and slowly bending towards him, her lips puckered.

His eyes widened, and he pulled his head away, trying without success to get away from her grip.

“W-what are you d-doing?”

“I’m giving you a little kiss,” she said nonchalantly. “I feel that it’s the perfect moment for that, and your friends will be fuming.”

“I-I-I d-don’t r-really t-think i-it w-would be n-necessary.”

She tilted her head back a bit,

“It is, it’s part of the masquerade. Don’t worry, I won’t care if you disappoint me.” she explained. “Besides, we already did things that many would consider more intimate than this, we should be well past this point.” she observed, with a chuckle.

His cheeks flared a deep crimson.

“So?” she asked, “My patience is starting to grow thin.”

He inhaled deeply, reaching up with his mouth.

“There you go,” she said, craning her head down and locking lips with him.

For Jake, it felt like being touched by an angel, her two full pillowy lips gently but firmly pushing against his. He couldn’t even move, so enraptured he was in this moment.

Daheera didn’t exactly share his feelings. At best, it was mid, his stiffness making her feel like she was kissing a wooden board.

As their mouth parted, he looked up at her, starry-eyed.

“Wow, that was…incredible, wasn’t it?”

“Meh, I’ve had better. It would help if you loosened up a bit. Like this,” she said, grabbing his head with her hand, pushing him in for a long, deep French kiss, her tongue forcing its way inside his mouth, the large muscle wrestling and easily overpowering his own, who couldn’t do anything but timidly answer her movements.

“That’s getting somewhere,” she whispered, her mouth backing away from his. “Although we really need to up your game if you want to score a girl like me,” she said, reeling in the awed and envious stares of the students around her. “Still, I think we gathered a few admirers. Let’s give them something to look at, shall we?”

He nodded, a dumb smile on his lips.

Reciprocating his smile, she pressed him against her mouth again.

Two to three hours passed, and slowly, the party started to die down, some students already returning to their homes.

“Maybe we should go home,” Jake suggested, a bit tipsy due to the few beers that one of his friends had managed to smuggle inside, “I’m starting to feel a little tired.”

“Sure, as you want,” said Daheera. She was immune to the effects of alcohol, and she would have loved to bask in the admirations and envy of the mortals some more, but at the same time, she admitted that their long make-out session was giving her some ideas…

As they bid farewell to a few of Jake’s friends, their taxi arrived.

Inside the vehicle, Jake couldn’t help but stare at her, smiling like an idiot.

“Wow, this was great!” he said, “Best evening of my life!”

“Yeah, it was fun.” She admitted, with a slight smile of her own, “And it could end even better…”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“You’ll see…”

As the taxi approached his house, he gave her his hand.

“You know, I didn’t think you were worth a dime when I first met you, but maybe, there is something more about a scrawny boy like you,” she said.

“Uhm…thanks. You aren't half bad yourself,” he answered, rummaging through his pockets to find the house keys. “I didn’t even thank you properly for your help, tonight was awesome.”

“Oh, don’t mention it. It was a pleasure to help a struggling mortal.” She said.

A little smile crept on her face as she bent down slightly to fit into the doorframe.

“Actually, I think I can also help you with your other issue.”

He looked at her, puzzled.

“Other…issue?” he said, as the two made their way upstairs.

“Oh, you don’t get it? Let’s see if I can explain it better,” she said, snapping her fingers, a cloud of smoke surrounding her as she assumed her usual lupine appearance.

He looked up at her, seeing a strange light in the blood-red eyes of the eleven-foot-tall hellhound.

“Explain what?” he said, his mind still slowed down by the alcohol.

Swiftly, she bent down towards him, planting the nth kiss on his lips, her mouth completely overcoming his, her weight and the force of her movements making him fall to the ground.

“Let me get this straight,” she said, “You said you wanted my help to get a girlfriend and lose your virginity, right?”

“Y-yes.”

“Well, we’re working on the former, but for the latter…I think we should continue our lessons….It’s been a while since I’ve been with a human, after all…”

He looked at her, still oblivious to what she meant.

“I’M ASKING YOU TO FUCK ME,” she yelled. “Boy, are you dense!” she huffed.

“Oh…OOHHH,” he said, sweating profusely as he finally understood. “Uuuuh…..I-I-I-I…” was the only thing that he managed to stutter.

She smirked. “What’s the matter? Wolf got your tongue?” she joked.

He looked up at her, speechless.

“Just to be sure,” she said, putting a hand on her hip. “Do you want to fuck me or…?”

He nodded.

“So, what’s wrong?”

He stared at her, gulping, his cheeks a deep shade of crimson.

She sighed.

“Okay…my fault, I thought you were already kinda on board with it after yesterday, but apparently you’re not. Fair enough, let’s start from the beginning. Undress!” she ordered.

He stared up at her.

“Come on boy, there’s nothing to be scared of,” she said.

He obliged, frantically unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it on a chair, doing the same with his pants after.

“Good boy,” she cooed, bending down to give him another kiss on the lips. “It would have been a shame to rip those nice clothes off of you.”

He gulped audibly, before she grabbed him, gently tossing him on his bed.

“Now, let’s see what we’re working with,” she said, pulling down his boxers, to reveal his half-hard dick.

“Ohh, someone likes to be handled like that,” she said. “That’s good to know,” she added, caressing his member with the tip of a claw, causing it to engorge and harden.

She was a bit disappointed when she realized that he was barely 3’5” inches long when erect.

“Mmmh, a bit lacking in this department, but it’s an easy fix,” she said, passing a claw over Jack’s cock.

He yelped as a sudden burning sensation overtook his groin.

“What are you…Gyaa!” he groaned, the heat becoming unbearably painful for a split second, before it started to fade.

He glanced towards his hips, startled at seeing his member rapidly swelling, almost tripling in size in a matter of seconds.

“That’s more like it,” she said, caressing the ten-inch dick.

“Let’s go for a test ride, shall we?” she said, enveloping the organ between her lips.

He froze, a shiver running over his back as her sharp teeth moved all along his foreskin.

“Don’t worry, Jakey, I don’t bite…usually,” she stated, smirking seductively as she started to move her tongue around it.

A moan escaped his lips as she got to work, and only a few seconds after, he exploded in her mouth, the sensation of her tongue on his shaft too much for him to handle.

“Seriously?” she said, gulping down his load, “I guess I don’t mind the taste, but I would have loved to actually have to work for it, you know?”

“S-sorry,” he said, dejected.

“You should be!” she stated, “That’s very disappointing.”

She saw the impact that her words had on him, and immediately tried to correct herself.

“But…it’s fine, I guess we just need to work on your endurance a bit…” She sighed, “Please don’t cry, I can’t bear it.” she added, a slight annoyance in her voice.

He simply stayed there, his eyes low, his hands covering his nether regions.

She looked at him. It was so pathetic. Yet, for some reason, she was starting to feel something different than pity…like that brief moment the day before, she was feeling bad for him? Maybe that’s what her father had always told her about?

“Okay, let’s backpedal a little bit, what about we do this instead,” she said, raising up to her full height, “Stand up, Jake!” she exclaimed.

He obliged, looking up at her with a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity.

She took a step towards the boy, until she was right upon him. “Wow, you’re almost the right size!” she observed.

“For what?”

“For eating me out while standing, you silly.” She said, pressing her hips on him. “Let’s see if you learned something this morning.”

Immediately, he felt soft fur on his face, as a strong, musky scent invaded the air. He was pressed on her waist, the end of her hips right in front of him. He felt a slight dampness just below his neck. Looking down, he blushed as he saw her fur-covered pink pussy lying against his collarbone.

“Almost,” she repeated, “But we can find a way.” she stated.

Immediately, he felt a strange sensation, like a fluffy carpet dragged upward over his skin, while the pressure on his body slowly started to increase.

As he realized that she was growing, he heard a loud cracking noise coming from above his head.

He took a step back and looked up, realizing that in her growth, her shoulders had smacked over the wooden beams of the ceiling, cracking them, before smashing into the underroof.

He again thanked God that her parents were away until Monday.

“Oopsie,” she said, “My fault.”

He looked at her. Her growth was certainly noticeable, her body extending several inches above the line of the underroof.

Besides the damage to the ceiling, he was amazed that she could do that.

“Mmmh,” she cooed, “If you liked that, you’ll like what’s coming even more.”

With that, she took a step forward, and he stood there, seeing her pink, glistening pussy just around his hair level.

“I might have overdone it, but we can work with that,” she said, bending slightly until he was face to face with her swollen labia. “So, you remember what to do right?” she asked, “As I said earlier today, girls tend to like lovers that can properly lick a cunt…” she explained. “Naturally, most guys fail miserably at that,” she added.

She looked down at him hungrily. “But you aren’t most guys, are you?” she asked. “So, I have a little challenge for you, boy. If you do a good job, you will be rewarded handsomely, but if you fail to please me…I will have to take matters into my own hands, and I can be a bit…rough,” she said, smiling wickedly.

She was joking, the poor boy wouldn’t be able to survive her unhinged “playtime”, but he didn’t need to know that. She strongly believed in fear as a motivator.

It worked, and Jake immediately began to look around, trying to find his footing.

Clit, clit, clit…there it was. Was he supposed to lick it, or to prod it with a finger?

Ah, fuck it, he thought, putting his tongue against the sensitive mound.

“Oh oh, going for the main course right away?” she said. “A bold one, I like it.”

Encouraged by her words, he began licking all around the engorged clit, savoring the strong scent of her pussy and the musky, wild flavor of her juices. He was enjoying it, feeling his cock hardening again.

It wasn’t the best head she had received by a long stretch, but Daheera was able to recognize an eager lover when it was in front of her. He had surely gained himself a break. There was some work to do, but he had surely gained himself a break.

“You’re doing good, boy.” she stated, in a huskier tone, “Pump it up a bit.”

He obliged, and a pleasurable feeling started to spread from her pussy.

She bit her lower lip. “Mmmh,” she said.

For his part, Jake was really starting to get the rhythm, and he realized that he was enjoying the experience far more now, the wild, unkempt fur on his skin, the smell of the air around him, the sweet, musky nectar that was starting to flow from her labia, everything was amazing, and his cock promptly responded, rapidly becoming rock hard, twitching as suddenly, he head a deep moan from above him, as his face started to get soaked by the juices that began to drip from Daheera’s pussy.

“T-there you go,” she panted, “what a good little lover.” She said, immediately reacquiring her confident demeanor.

Her words encouraged him to increase the rhythm, and it didn’t take long for her to come, another loud moan, that almost sounded like a howl. escaping her lips.

At the feeling of her juices spraying all over his face, he couldn’t take it anymore, and he ejaculated as well, spraying hot cum all over his bedroom floor.

“Mmmh, not bad at all,” the demoness said, “I might have underestimated you.”

He couldn’t answer, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his mind completely shut down.

Daheera couldn’t help but chuckle at seeing him like that.

Her eyes widened as a thought entered her mind. Maybe, this kid could even help her.

She bent down towards him, giving him a playful slap “Hey boy, wake up!” she said.

He blinked, barely able to register that she was talking to him.

“Awww,” she cooed, “was that too much for you, little Jakey?” she asked, as he tentatively regained some sense.

“That’s too bad, ‘cause I think you had earned your reward, I had it right here…oh well, I guess it will be for another time.” She stated, shrugging her shoulders.

He stumbled to get up “Oh…r-really?” he said, looking up at Daheera in disbelief.

She nodded. “Indeed,” she stated, pushing him gently onto his bed again. “Now spread your legs.”

He did so, and she quickly crouched towards him, using her right hand to gently caress his member, causing it to become hard again.

“Yeah, you still have something in you,” she said, eyeing his dick hungrily, spreading her legs to put one of her muscular calves on either side of the bed, her crotch directly above his erect shaft.

“I’ll try to be gentle, please do tell me if It hurts.” Daheera explained, as she started to steadily lower herself towards him, her toned abs almost the size of his whole torso, the lower side of her breasts scraping his head.

Mmmh, this is just the right size, said Daheera, feeling his tip caressing and then entering gently inside her folds, his whole length fitting perfectly inside her love tunnel, while his head was mushed against her cleavage, her two tits completely engulfing it.

He moaned as her vagina quickly came back up, then down again, then back up again, slowly but steadily picking up the pace.

He couldn’t help but reach around with his hand, grasping the fur on her sides to try and heave himself up enough to accompany her thrusting with his own.

“Mmmh,” she moaned, “You small guys are really creative sometimes,” she said. That was one of the things she liked the most about the humans.

Taking her words as signs of encouragement, he tightened his grip around her fur, something that the almost thirteen feet tall hellhound didn’t seem to mind, and picked up the pace, using as much as her

“Good boy.” She cooed, biting her lower lips as a wave of pleasure started to erupt from her groin. She was fighting with every ounce of her being to avoid slamming him down with her pelvis, but she knew he wouldn’t survive it.

Instead, she simply let him take the lead, simply following his movements, alternating between pushing him hard on the mattress and raising above him a couple of feet, keeping a hand under his back to avoid making him fall while he thrust at her pussy furiously.

Moan after moan escaped her mouth, until, with a howl loud enough to make the whole room shake, she collapsed over him, burying him completely under her body. The force of their bodies hitting the bed made all four feet snap, sending the frame crashing into the floor, leaving a deep imprint where it landed.

Panting heavily, she lifted herself up and rolled a bit to the side, looking down at him, seeing the poor human unconscious, passed out in the afterbliss, an ecstatic expression on his face.

A slight smile formed on her lips, and she passed a claw along his hair.

He certainly was cute as far as humans went, she thought, before she put a hand under his back, raising his body and putting his head against the pillow, as her own much larger body curled against his.

The morning after, Jake woke up late, the rays of the sun having already invaded his room.

He groaned in pain as he opened his eyes. The soreness he was feeling all over his body was almost unbearable.

As he tried to stand up, he immediately felt his torso hitting against something large, as if a log had fallen right over his lower chest.

_What the hell…_he thought, as he looked around, seeing that the log was, in reality, a large fur-covered arm, that was attached to an equally large shoulder to his left. Below the shoulder, was the canine head of Daheera, who seemed to be sleeping soundly.

He quickly remembered what happened, and a huge grin formed on his face.

Yesterday had been awesome, Jake had no idea why she had done what she did, nor what she found in someone like him, but he thanked the heavens that the ritual had worked.

He wasn’t still sure what was their relationship, if really there was one, but he figured out he must at least try to repay her for her help.

Maybe she would appreciate breakfast in bed, girls in movies usually did.

Slowly, he tried to slip away from her embrace, careful to avoid waking the hellhound up.

Sure, she was a bit more friendly to him, but who knows what would happen if he was to wake up her abruptly.

As his chest was almost free, his right hand grazed against her wrist.

Cursing silently, he felt something big and clawed coming toward his direction, grasping his upper arm. He turned to his right, only to see that her clawed hand had him on a tight grip, and was slowly moving, effortlessly pulling him toward her frame.

Carefully, he tried to wiggle away, but it was all for nothing: Even if she had shrunk considerably compared to the night before, the eleven-foot hellhound was still easily overpowering him.

A loud yelp escaped his lips as his body touched hers, a yelp that was met only with a mumbled grunt by the giant hellhound.

“Daheera…” he whispered.

“Mmmh,” she mumbled, pulling him even closer, one of her beach-ball-sized breasts laying directly over his chest.

“Daheera, wake up!” he insisted, slightly louder.

Still holding him, she turned around ninety degrees, his whole body dragged along in the movement, lifted as if he was an empty bag, until he was laying over her chest and abdomen, the hellhound under him, back against the bedframe, her other hand crossing over his abdomen, holding him tightly as if he was a large teddybear.

“Daheera, please.” he whispered, deciding to poke her skin right in the middle of her abdominals.

With that, the sleeping hellhound finally started to stir, her eyelids slowly opening with a yawn to reveal the blood-red irises behind.

She raised her head slightly.

“Good morning Jakey.” She said, yawning again, “What are you doing there? Are you eager for a second round?” she asked, smirking.

A heavy blush appeared on his face.

“W-well,” he said, “N-no, n-not really. I m-mean, it was nice, v-very nice actually, but I have some stuff to do…I was w-wondering if you could put m-me down.”

She smiled at him,

“Oh, that’s too bad, but alright.” She said, letting him go.

“T-thank you.” He said, remaining silent for a minute, eyeing his smashed bed and the ruined tiles.

“S-so,” he began, “A-about yesterday…”

“Oh yeah, it was fun, wasn’t it?” she said, sitting up, “Glad you enjoyed it as well…You do have some potential. You’re a bit rough around the edges, but I can see that with a few touches here and there, you will become a perfect little lover. Can’t wait to have you in Hell.”

“T-thanks,” he said, not really knowing how to respond to the last sentence.

“You’re welcome, cutie.” She stated, “In fact,” she said, rising up to her full height, “The sun is already high, we should maybe start with that right away.”

He looked up at her, puzzled. “With what?”

“With your transformation into a sex symbol, into something that the girls will want to throw themselves at,” she stated.

She then stopped, thinking for a moment.

“Besides, you didn’t really say what kind of girls you like” she observed.

He looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Like you know, how does your ideal girlfriend look like?”

He thought about it, realizing quickly that…he had no idea. He never thought about it that much, he always believed he was destined to be alone.

Still, he looked up at her, thinking back at her human form the night before.

“I dunno….you looked really attractive yesterday at the party. Maybe something like that?”

She looked at him. She kinda expected him to say that, but hearing it said in that tone made it cute. A wicked thought came to her mind.

“Are you implying that I don’t look good now?” she asked, in an annoyed tone, her teeth bared.

He quickly backpedaled.

“N-no, of course n-not,” he said “You’re g-gorgeous.”

A hearty laughter erupted from her lips.

“Relax boy,” she stated, “I’m just messing with you”

“Ah” he said.

“Now, I do feel that is a bit unrealistic of a standard…” she began. “But I guess that can’t be helped…these puppies are hard to resist,” she said, cupping her breasts between her hands.

“Okay then,” she convened. “But If you like tall, statuesque girls, you definitely need to up your presentation...beginning with your way of dressing.” she added, rising up to her full height, sniffing the air around him. “And of course, your smell. You smell like a wet dog.” she said, chuckling.

It was around three in the afternoon when Jake and Daheera came back home.

They had spent almost four hours moving around the city mall, trying to find outfits that would up Jake’s chances of getting noticed by some of the popular girls at his college. Luckily for him, Daheera seemed to have the possibility to take advantage of whichever money those in the Circle of Greed had left behind them, or buying the clothes that filled the five bags he was carrying would have been impossible. Not to mention the twenty-six quarter-pound burgers, each with fries, she had eaten for lunch.

During their shopping trip, he found himself glancing at the towering hellhound from time to time. She had always been nude, but today, she had been wearing a tight crimson red dress, the same that she had seen on a mannequin, insisting that it looked stunning, and he couldn’t help but agree. She had quickly brushed over what had happened yesterday, but, as much as Jake wanted to do the same, his mind couldn’t help but recall the feelings.

He maybe was starting to feel something for her, as absurd as it sounded.

He wondered if he could just tell her, and maybe find a way for them to be together.

He wasn’t exactly keen about going to Hell straight away, but maybe they could find a way to prolong the spell, and keep her in this world even just a bit more.

Ultimately, he decided against it.

She surely didn’t feel the same.

He didn’t know that, even if she didn’t share any of his feelings for him, Daheera’s mind was also considering a way for her to continue to exist there. After all, these two days hadn’t been so bad, and it would only improve after her week of servitude was over. It was risky, but she thought that the boy might be up to it.

Around an hour after they had moved back to his apartment, Jake heard a rustling of keys inside, followed by the sound of a door opening, and the excited shrill of a little girl making her way inside the house.

“Jake, we’re home!” he heard his father’s voice call out.

“Oh, they’re home earlier.” He exclaimed.

His eyes widened as he looked at Daheera, before he realized that they wouldn’t have seen the hellhound.

“Who’s they?” asked Daheera, “Your parents?”

“Yes. Wait here, they might need a hand.”

She nodded, leaning against the side of the house.

As Jake entered the house, he was immediately greeted with the form of his younger sister, the six-year-old kid immediately jumping at his legs, dropping her toys on the ground as she hugged them.

“Hi Jake!” she exclaimed “We’re back, are you happy?”

He smiled down at the brown-haired girl “Yes, very much!” he said, hugging her tightly.

“Now Emma please,” said Jake’s father.“Leave Jake alone, I need a hand unloading the car.”

She immediately wiggled away from Jake’s grip, grabbing her doll and car back.

“There, go play with that car in the backyard,” he said.

She obliged, quickly stumbling toward the backdoor, giggling excitedly as she moved past Jake.

“How did she manage to be so hyperactive?” asked Jake

“I have no idea,” said Mike, Jake’s father, turning towards him, and giving him a small kiss on his cheek. “How did the weekend go?” he asked, as Jake saw the form of his mother emerging from the car with three boxes stacked on top of each other in hand.

“Hi Jake, how was the party? Did you have fun?” said the middle-aged woman.

“Yeah, it was pretty good. The weekend went well.” he said, smiling. “What about you? I thought you were gonna come home tomorrow.”

“Great, love to hear it,” Claire, Jake’s mother, said, proceeding to give the two larger boxes to him. “Well, your father has a meeting pretty early today, and we didn’t want to have Emma lose school.”

“Can you please bring these upstairs by the way?” she asked, giving the two larger boxes to her son “The smaller one contains some of the clothes we bought for Emma, while the bigger one has your father suitcase and a new sweater we got for you.”

“Alright, thank you,” Jake said, starting to climb up the stairs, glancing at the half-open backdoor.

Outside of it, Daheera was starting to get bored. She glanced around, eyeing the modest two and three-story houses that dotted the road where the Mallard’s house was.

She hadn’t thought much of the area she had been summoned in when she had first seen it, and her impression hadn’t changed.

She was almost gonna do them a favor by smashing through their white and gray wooden houses, it was certainly the most exciting thing that that suburban neighborhood had ever experienced.

“Man, we’ll need to change a bunch of things here,” she said, crossing her arms over the roof of the toolshed, her which creaked and bent under her weight “This is far away to be a place befitting for the new ruler of this city.” she observed.

Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation, as if something was staring at her. Curious to see if it was Jack, she turned around, only to see, a few feet away from her, the small figure of a little human girl, frozen in place.

The kid was staring right at the towering hellhound, mouth agape, hand against her sides, while two toys were lying on the grass before her.

“Shit.” was the only thought that crossed Daheera’s mind.

As Jake and his parents were finishing putting away everything they had brought home, a loud high-pitched scream pierced the air, coming from the backyard.

“Emma!” shouted the two parents in unison, running towards the back of the house

Shit, thought Jake, quickly following behind them.

As the guy saw both his parents exit the backdoor, clearing his line of sight, his jaw fell to the floor.

Standing in the middle of the garden, only a couple feet away from his little sister, was the figure of a black dog the size of a pony, which towered over the kid almost menacingly, looking at her intently, as Emma stared complete awe at the animal.

Although it wasn’t overtly aggressive, the dog appeared cagey, glancing at the other people in anticipation, before its yellow-grey eyes fell upon Jake, staring at him intensely.

It was only at that point that the college guy noticed the few dark red stripes that dotted the animal’s fur.