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The snows came down hard as the blizzard that had been forecast to hit the northeast hit, which rendered the megacity caught in it to grind to a halt as people looked to shudder themselves in through the brunt of the storm. There would likely be no more business done that day, and even those of criminal persuasion would likely not have taken any jobs that required them to go out. For a rare instance the entire area had a blissful quiet that fell over it just like the snow that came down... all save for one road in particular as a sleek car sped out into the northern forest. The wolf inside had gritted his teeth as he got multiple warnings flashing on the HUD of the windshield to reduce speed and to get off the roads. However, as he looked at the rear-view cameras and still saw the flashing lights of the Lone Star security service behind the vehicle, he knew that wasn't an option yet.

Thomas had just pulled off a heist with a few other members of his team, and they had planned to use the storm as cover to make their escape. But even though the blizzard had arrived on time, the snow wasn't enough to dissuade the private security company from continuing to follow him even after getting outside the city. From what he heard on his commlink, the others had managed to evade their captors, and that just left him, though, as the snows continued to worsen. He felt the wind pushing against his vehicle, and it was more likely that he would be picked up by Doc Wagon rather than Lone Star, as he felt the tires skid out from underneath him more than once.

He could do nothing but continue to push ahead, even though he wasn't the one who had the data they had just stolen. If he were caught, they would probably pin it on him, and if he couldn't get it back, or maybe even if he could, he would end up in a dark pit for the rest of his days or potentially dragon food. Neither option sounded very good to him, but as it continued to get dark and the snow worsened, he breathed a sigh of relief. He eventually lost sight of the sirens behind him. After a quick scan of the frequencies once he had pulled over, he found the one that Lone Star was using and heard them pull off due to the weather, citing that at this rate if they didn't get back to the city, they wouldn't make it back before the worst of it hit. While that was good news for the wolf, it meant that he wasn't getting back in time, and as he looked at the power cells on the vehicle he had stolen, he sighed as he saw they were nearly empty.

Since he couldn't exactly call for roadside service, Thomas backed up the vehicle and attempted to find a place to hunker down for the night. However, navigating was getting more challenging every second he was out, and even the computer had trouble keeping track of the roads. When his navigation pinged that there was a long driveway that would hopefully lead to a house, he decided to take it. Even with the growing layer of snow, he could hear his tires crunch on the gravel as he started to drive down the road. He eventually got to a cabin at the end of it. Upon closer examination, it looked like no one was home, coming to a stop and getting out, only to feel his fur get weighted down with the snow falling on top of him.

When he got to the door, Thomas was relieved that it was just a traditional lock. He used his autopicker to open it, trying to be quiet as he snuck inside and closed the door behind him. Even in the brief time he was out, he found himself covered nearly head to toe in the white stuff as he looked around to see if he could find anyone that might live there. Even before he got through the entire building, it was clear that no one had been there for years, and while that might have been good news as far as anyone calling the cops, it also meant that there was likely no running electricity. His suspicions were confirmed when he tried to flick on a light switch, and nothing happened. As the snow began to melt from his body heat and soak his fur, he began to shiver from how cold it was inside.

Not much better than being out in the car, Thomas thought to himself as he went into the living room to see if there was anything he could use to keep warm. He found an ancient wood-burning fireplace, which he poked his head up after opening it, and was surprised to see it clear. That was a good sign, he thought to himself. He also found some wood that, while old, was incredibly dry, and he felt around for a way to light it. His stomach dropped to his feet as he realized that he had nothing to start a fire, and as he searched the cabin once more he found no matches or lighters either.

By this point, the wolf's teeth were chattering as he tried to rub two large nails he had found in a desperate attempt to try and get something going before he froze to death. "C'mon, please do something," Thomas pleaded as he continued to slide the rusty metal together, with the only result being possible tetanus. "Just a spark, just a cinder; I would do anything for a little fire..."

To his surprise, a few moments later, Thomas fell backward as the logs suddenly caught flame, erupting into a bright orange fire that immediately began to crackle. The wolf was so relieved that he got as close as he could without burning himself to soak in the warmth and try to stop his shivering while he mentally thanked the relief. "You're welcome," a voice suddenly said, causing Thomas to shift around and see a pair of red eyes looking at him from the darkness.

"Who's there?" Thomas asked as he reached for his weapon, only to stop and breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the demon step out from the darkness and give him a fanged smile. "Oh, Cynder, it's just you. How did you know that I needed a fire?"

"You did call out to me," Cynder replied as he motioned with a clawed finger on his other forearm, Thomas looking down to see that the infernal rune he got as part of their latest deal glowed. "Even if it's not directly involved with our current contract, I have the means to hear it when those who owe me need me, even if you didn't intend to; you summoned me, and here I am. Plus, building a fire is probably the least I could do with my power; you did have it most of the way done already."

"Well, I'm glad you were listening then," Thomas said as he watched the creature move over until they stood next. Though he appeared to be an elf in nature, it was more than just the red eyes and black horns that pushed out from his long black hair that indicated his infernal nature; he could feel the aura radiate around him. However, the wolf knew this one from past transactions and considered this one to be on relatively friendly terms. "If you hadn't, I'd probably be a wolf popsicle right now."

"I'm happy to help, of course," Cynder replied as he glanced over with a wry smile. "Plus, now you owe me even more, and I mean that quite literally. I wonder what I shall do with the debt you've incurred from this..."

Thomas felt his jaw drop slightly as he watched the demon casually pick up one of the logs and put it on the fire. "But... you said..." Thomas said as he felt the tingling on his arm and watched the rune spread until it nearly covered the entirety of it. "I thought you said making a fire was the least you could do!"

"Yes, the least I could do with my power," Cynder corrected as he leaned down and tapped him on the nose with a clawed finger. "But as you said, it essentially saved your life, which is one of the biggest debts that you could owe someone, and since you were the one that summoned me, it's the value that you put onto it that we go by."

The wolf's jaw dropped, and the demon laughed, giving him a wink before taking off his cloak. "That's the rules we go by as demons," Cynder continued. "But luckily for you, I'm not one of them that likes to lord such power over another that was gained on a technicality. So, I have an idea that will settle yourself with me and the powers that be so that you don't have anything else owed to me."

"I mean... I'm all for it," Thomas stated as he finally felt his body stop trembling, only to feel an icy draft sweep through and cause another shiver to go down his body. Had he not gotten the fire, he would have died, and it sounded to him like Cynder was offering him a lifeline to get out of it. "What would I have to do to satisfy the debt?"

"For the duration of your need for my magic to keep you alive, you are going to devote yourself to me," Cynder explained. "That means that everything that I want you to have to do to the best of your ability, and before you suggest it, that doesn't mean we can just make the agreement, and you do nothing. Also, when I say devoted, I mean without question, though I will go easy on you since I happen to like you and your friends, and it comes with the added benefit that I can use a little more of my power to make you comfortable for no extra cost since you are mine."

Thomas felt hesitant to respond as his mind mulled over Cynder's offer. At this point, he had little other choice since his refusal likely meant the taking of the life-giving fire and leaving his fate once more, being found frozen on the floor a few days after the storm passed. Also, he knew Cynder well enough that he was telling the truth, and even as a demon, he seemed to be fair and had helped him and others he worked with before. Deep down, he knew he knew that the choice was clear, and he said that he accepted the terms of the deal; as soon as he did, there was a flash of light, and he saw the demonic rune on his arm had returned to normal.

With the bargain struck, Thomas wasn't sure what would happen next, but it appeared that for the next hour or so, it was merely the two making themselves at home as they found a few somewhat broken chairs that Cynder morphed into comfortable overstuffed chairs for both of them. At the demon's insistence, the wolf also got out of the wet clothes that were still dripping, hanging them up as best he could on the mantle before using the fire to dry off his fur as best he could. Once confident that he had banished most of the water, he sat on the chair, breathing a sigh of relief as he was warm and somewhat comfortable, just like the demon had promised. However, as he began to close his eyes to let the crackling fire drift him off to sleep, he heard Cynder chuckle, which prompted him to look over with a questioning glance.

"I'm just rather pleased with how quickly you are taking to your role," Cynder said as he leaned back, causing Thomas to ask what he meant by that. "I had merely asked you to strip down to get rid of the wet outerwear rendered wet by the snow, and yet you have taken it upon yourself to go above and beyond. It was quite the show, whether or not you were aware of it."

Thomas gathered what the demon was saying and looked down to find that he had abandoned every stitch of clothing that had been completely dry, including his underwear. "I... I didn't even know I did that," Thomas admitted in his befuddled state. "So, do all demon slaves have such intuition, or am I special?"

"You seem more in tune than others I've dealt with," Cynder explained. "I don't enjoy that term either, even though I know that more than my fair share of brethren do; instead, let's go ahead and call you my pet for the time being. As you can tell, I'm not one for taking on such people as it can prove a hassle to manage, and usually, that requires a homestead in the infernal plane, of which I do not have one."

"I see..." Thomas replied, curious about why that was but not wanting to pry further and instead giving the demon a sheepish grin. "So... does that mean that I can put my underwear back on?"

"Of course not," Cynder said with a chuckle. "I think I've given you enough time to recover; why don't you come over here and sit for me like a good pet."

Thomas felt his cheeks burn slightly at that as he got up immediately, not only for the comment but for the fact that there was no way to hide the twitch of arousal that he got from that. When he knelt before the demon, Cynder leaned forward and scratched behind his ears, intensifying the burn in his cheeks. "I think I can see what you're getting out of the deal," Thomas said to try to stifle the murr from being scratched behind the ear. "Didn't know you were such a dog lover."

"Says the boy who moaned werewolf," Cynder shot back, his grin growing wider at teasing the wolf. "Perhaps that will help you get into your new role, but it will require a little adjustment to get you into the mood. I can already see what you desire, too, so don't tell me that isn't exactly what you want."

"I, uh, didn't think you could do that," Thomas replied as he felt his body shiver, not from cold but anticipating what the demon was promising. "You can turn me into what I think you're saying you want to turn me into?"

"Well, you are my plaything," Cynder said, giving Thomas a fanged grin and motioning for him to stand up. "So I can do whatever I want to you. If I wanted you to be an eight-foot-tall chocolate rabbit, I could make it happen, though I'm not sure why I would want that, so the sooner you realize that you belong to me completely until that fire goes out, the more you can enjoy yourself. So why don't you remove these clothes from me first? Then we can turn you into my pet for the night."

As Thomas moved forward to do what he was told, he hesitated slightly, realizing this would be the first time he'd seen the demon naked. While he mainly seemed like an elf on the parts he could see, and his clothing broadcasted a lean, lithe build, he was unsure what would be under it. He could sense that his master was waiting, though, and quickly got to work, pulling off the shirt and pants of the other man before tossing him aside. As he had gathered, the demon had a well-toned body for the most part, and other than a few scars, Thomas would have questioned that he had just taken the shirt and pants off some elf guy he had met.

Well, save for the horns, fangs, claws, and the thickly-scaled draconic feet that the demon usually sported. One thing Thomas did note was that he was rather well-endowed, and as his hands brushed up against it, he could feel the shaft twitching in reaction to his ministrations. Within a matter of minutes, he had a naked demon in a cabin with him, but when he began to caress the large shaft, he was surprised when he felt his hand get softly grabbed and pulled away. He stood back up, and as Cynder did the same, he saw those bright red eyes flash and felt something heavy around his neck.

"I know that you're used to something around your neck when you're in these types of situations, so I didn't want you to feel awkward," Cynder said with a chuckle. "Also, obviously, this isn't my body, but it's something that I find most people react strongly to, and from how you're throbbing, that's the case with you. Perhaps later, though, I might slip into something like you, and we can have a little fun together. Would you prefer it if I made the fur blue?"

Damn, Cynder has his number, Thomas thought to himself as he reached up and felt the thick collar around his neck. As he used his fingers to feel around it, however, he was suddenly surprised when he felt something happening around his groin; looking down to see that the demon had taken his long, ribbon-like tongue and completely wrapped it around his shaft. Since he had somewhat expected the roles to be reversed, he wouldn't complain, especially as he felt the demon starting to pull the head into his mouth. He had already been half-hard when he undressed Cynder and had the collar put around his neck, but as he watched his throbbing maleness begin to disappear into the maw of the man on his knees, he found himself letting out a little growl.

Or rather an intense growl, feeling it reverberate in his furry chest to the point where he put his hands up against his muzzle in shock; he remembered making such noises before but had become a snarling werewolf when that happened, which generally meant that he would be losing control right now, even with the pleasure that was building in his body. But as the demon continued to suck on his shaft, he didn't feel any of the primal rage that came with the transformation, though he did start to hear his muscles and bones starting to pop as his frame began to grow. Even as his grey fur began to get shaggier, all Thomas could focus on was the hot maw his maleness was being sunk into and the talented tongue that wrapped around it.

As he did start to feel more desire that he associated with being a werewolf began to bubble up, he found his hands tentatively hovering over the horns of the demon sucking him off. Was it rude to grab onto them? Or did Cynder maybe enjoy it? Even as his fingers started to quiver from the claws growing out of them, he found himself hovering inches over them, and the demon looked up. At the same time, as Thomas' lips stretched out over his shaft, Thomas suddenly felt as though he had gotten the go-ahead and wrapped his fingers over them.

The instant he had done so, it was like he had just grabbed onto a live wire, his arm muscles tensing as he let out a snarl of pleasure while pushing the demon's head forward. For a brief instant, he thought that he might have gone too far, but as soon as he looked down again, he saw that the demon was more than able to take the entire thing into his mouth as the shaft slid down into his throat. It was lucky since he could see that Cynder's neck could be seen with the cock inside moving up and down, swelling out his throat from the augmented member that was inside of it. He could also feel his feet growing and his muscles thickening as he became a werewolf, thinking how this was way better than when he transformed during... during...

Thomas suddenly felt the intense sensations coming from his groin float to the background as he tried to remember what he was thinking about, only to get a hole in his memory where it used to be. As he began to try and think of things that might remind him of it, he found that what he thought was just a gap turned out to be bigger than he thought, and he saw large swathes of information just gone. While he knew that he was Thomas and that he was a wolf, or instead was a werewolf, as he felt his fur grow into a thick, heavy pelt that only hid his new physique slightly and even accentuated it in some areas, everything else seemed to have evaporated into the ether. Even how he got there started to feel like it was disappearing, or more like pulled out of his mind, as his attention suddenly turned down to the demon who had let Thomas use his mouth and throat while the werewolf hadn't even realized he was thrusting up to the hilt.

"Cynder... I think something is wrong..." Thomas said in his deeper, growling voice as he let go of the horns, putting his hands to his head as he found it hard to think about anything relating to his past. It was like he had been this werewolf and the pet of the demon his entire existence, which only seemed to reinforce his servitude in his mind as Cynder pulled off and revealed the thick nine-inch werewolf shaft that he had been sucking on before moving back to his chair. "There's something... with my head..."

"Oh, that was just me," Cynder replied with a fanged grin as he licked his lips. "Don't worry, it's only temporary, but since you're sort of used to that mindset in that form, I thought I could simulate it as best I could without having you attempt to rip my face off. Tell me, what are you thinking about now, my pet?"

It took Thomas a few seconds to think about it before he looked down at his throbbing maleness. It wasn't that he couldn't form thoughts; they seemed to come to him quite quickly, but they seemed to float around for a while on something that wasn't there until his attention went down to his throbbing maleness jutting out in the air. "You were sucking on my cock," Thomas finally said as he scratched his head fur. "I suppose I'm waiting for you to give me some commands now."

"That you are, and as you can see, you find yourself unburdened by the past," Cynder explained. "Just a primal animal, you can only think in the now because your only recollection is in the now, so from this point until the fire dies, you won't have to worry about any pesky memories floating around in your head that might get in the way of our fun. It's just a werewolf and his master basking in each other's company until the storm ends. Doesn't that sound nice?"

As the demon chuckled, Thomas found himself nodding even more enthusiastically than he had intended. Even being bound by the contract of a demon in exchange for saving his life, the werewolf felt strangely free now, like he didn't have a care in the world as Cynder told him to come forward and felt those clawed hands rub against his thick pelt. It was like he was taking a vacation from his life that, even at that moment, he struggled to recall before his thought of it evaporated from his head like the steam from the dripping clothes on the mantle. Even though he felt terrific, he didn't want to tell Cynder that, the werewolf chuckling mentally as he figured if the demon found out, he might get charged for that too.

After a few minutes of heavy petting, Cynder instructed Thomas to get on his hands and knees. The werewolf immediately did so as he felt the heat of the fire against his body, and a soft cushion appeared suddenly underneath him. "Ohhh, that feels so good," Thomas said as Cynder rubbed against his thighs and groin, feeling his fluffy tail wag around in the air. "It's like being a werewolf but without the rage..."

"You really like being a werewolf," Cynder said as he wrapped his fingers around the cock of the other man, watching Thomas shudder as his clawed fingers curled into the thick padding beneath him. "I can see now how deep the desire runs through you and how, even with the mentality I gave you, we could go even further. Since I am curious about how deep this can go, I think we will push you a little further into the ego of the werewolf."

Before Thomas could ask what that meant, he suddenly felt that tongue again, only this time it wasn't on his cock as he felt his legs widen and the thick paws he had gotten from the transformation slide along the fabric. As the demon rimmed him, he once more felt his body being tweaked, feeling another inch or so being added onto his cock as well, his muzzle growing even more pronounced to give him a slightly bigger monstrous visage. But as his eyes widened somewhat, he felt something else was happening to him mentally, feeling the infernal creature sliding around his memories like a snake. In contrast, that unnatural tongue slid deeper into his tailhole. At first, he thought that he was getting even more taken away from him, but as his lips curled up into a snarl of pleasure and exposed his more oversized fangs, he found that it was something being added in instead.

"Ohhhh..." Thomas moaned as the demon slid out of him, only to feel the smaller man get on his knees and put something else up against his tailhole as new thoughts and feelings began to push into his brain. "You're... in my head..." As he felt the cock of the demon start to push up into the slickened hole, Thomas found his thoughts filled with the need to rut, to bury his throbbing shaft into something while at the same time recognizing his master behind him. He felt a surge not only of powerful carnal desire but also felt confident, fierce, and more than anything like a wild beast.

"I can already see that you're soaking up your new power like a sponge," Cynder said as he reached forward and stroked the head of the wolf; whatever Thomas was about to say was lost to him as he grunted and groaned in pleasure from being mounted by the demon behind him. "This is what you wanted, to embrace the mindset of the werewolf while you're my pet. To be a hulking, powerful, horny, slobbering beast whose next thought was dominating others like him and serving his master."

Yes, Thomas thought, that was precisely what he thought as he felt the words echo in his skull. While he was still entirely in his faculties like before, he found the idea of thinking as irrev... irrel... as really fucking stupid. He didn't need such things as knowing how to say big words; the werewolf thought as inch after inch of the throbbing shaft sank into his body; his master could do that for him. He was a dog on a leash, a wolf with a collar. As he felt himself get stretched out by the girthy shaft that was being buried inside of him, there was a euphoria that he experienced from not having to worry about what to do or say and being driven purely by instinct.

With the shunting of his intelligence, he let out a happy growl. He felt his master was pleased with his revelation, feeling his clawed hands rub against the thick fur of his back as he began to slide in and out of him slowly. He loved his demonic master, Thomas thought as he began to pant, trying to focus on squeezing his tailhole so that he could milk even more pleasure while he felt himself sink into a blissful state of instinct. Without realizing it, more adornments appeared on his body as he gave into the mental ministrations of Cynder, a pair of bright red cuffs appearing on his wrists and ankles to match the collar that had stretched to accommodate his thicker neck. His toes curled as he was rocked back and forth by the elven creature behind him, and as he continued to huff, he swore that he was getting deeper inside despite having felt the groin of the demon already press up against his furred rump.

When told to roll over, Thomas immediately did so, his entire body flailing slightly until he found himself on his back with the demon sliding on top of him. Even with all the moving around, Cynder had managed to keep his cock completely sunk in him as the werewolf stared up into the eyes of his master. "Oh, this is great!" Thomas said with a fanged grin as he flexed his arms, showing off his meaty biceps while the demon kept sliding up and down his chest while pumping his cock. "Thank you, master!"

"You're quite welcome, my pet," Cynder replied as he pressed against the thick pectorals of the werewolf's chest. "Don't miss your eloquent way of speaking? Of thinking your way out of situations?"

"I... uh... elo...quaint..." Thomas said before Cynder clarified the word in his ear, which caused him to laugh. "Hell no, why talk when you can rut? Master thinks for me, and I protect him, so it works."

"You definitely have gotten into the dumb horny beast," Cynder said, leaning in and kissing Thomas on the muzzle to allow the werewolf to push his tongue inside while the demon slithered his in to do the same. Thomas wasn't sure how long the two remained at it, but even if he could read a clock, he didn't care; his purpose was right between the legs of his master at the moment, and with the pleasure coursing through his body from being stretched open with thrust after thrust all he could do was enjoy the ride. Eventually, he felt Cynder start to tense up, and suddenly Thomas felt like his own cock was being stroked, eventually orgasming so hard from the build-up that his eyes rolled back into his head before he eventually passed out.

When Thomas opened his eyes again, he immediately felt the warmth of the fire he had passed out in front of, as well as the body of the demon that had fallen asleep in the fur of his more enormous form. He was also surprised to find that he was still stuffed full of demon cock, and since he didn't want to wake his master, he remained lying there. As much as he tried to play with himself while he waited, Cynder had his maleness sandwiched between them and wasn't sure how deep of a sleeper the other man was. It turned out he didn't have to wait very long as the demon's eyes woke up, and he commented that having a werewolf as a bed was rather nice before sliding out from between the furry legs wrapped around him. Thomas let out a yelp as he suddenly felt empty down there without his master's cock. He shook the cobwebs of sleep out of his head and watched his master head towards the window.

As he was summoned, the werewolf quickly got up and bounded towards him, stopping right where the demon told him before looking out the window. For a few brief moments, Thomas felt his cognizance return, and his eyes widened when he saw that not only was the snow up to where he couldn't see the car he had parked out front, but it was nearly level with the sill that they stood in front of while the blizzard continued to rage. "It appears that you're not going to be getting out of here anytime soon," Cynder said as he snapped his fingers. A leash appeared on Thomas, which caused him to wag his tail and feel his collar get tugged. "Even if you were to call anyone to help you out, they probably couldn't come here to rescue you."

"I think I can live with that," Thomas growled as he walked up behind the demon and stroked his claws along his lithe body possessively. "You're so fucking hot I can't stand it, you want me to bend over the chair you created, or would you like to string me up by these cuffs?"

"While I very much enjoy your initiative, we need to make sure that my pet stays healthy," Cynder said, petting back behind his head as Thomas gave the demon's cock a squeeze before the werewolf suddenly saw something that wasn't there before. His head tilted in confusion before the demon led him to the chair, and the collar was taken off of him, which caused Thomas to feel the heady fog of lust and dominance that had been keeping him in such a primal state lift, and his original thoughts returned. "Since you'd probably rather be slammed on that table than eat off it, we'll get you back to a more enlightened state of mind, just for breakfast."

Thomas nodded and sat on the chair created for him, feeling strange that he knew what was happening as Cynder set down a large plate of food in front of him. It was like he had turned off his rational thinking and was just running purely on instinct this entire time, and admittedly, it felt delicious. As he glanced at the collar to the side of the table, Cynder chuckled and told him to eat first and be the alluring primal monster he wanted later. By the time they had finished, the demon was also eating, mainly for the company. Thomas felt his leg bouncing so hard that it practically shook the floor as he saw what he wanted to bring towards him.

"Let's do something a little different," Cynder said as he slipped the collar around the neck of the werewolf, stretching around his head quickly before it tightened comfortably into place while the demon took the leash off. "Here I gave you that powerful body and all this horny energy and nothing to use it on, so I want you to be the werewolf I know you are and to pounce on me."

"You want me to... mount you?" Thomas replied, the words already getting hard to form in his mind as his werewolf brain found them unnecessary again. "You didn't like me underneath you?"

"Oh no, I loved our time by the roaring fire," Cynder said with a grin as he reached up and petted the muzzle of the other creature. "Feeling that powerful body underneath me, the fact that even though you could have flipped me over in an instant, that was really hot. Now I want to see what you can do, and I also have a little surprise at the end for when you do manage to catch me since I won't make this easy on you. Now, are you the powerful carnal beast that I want as a pet or just some sort of weak pup?"

Even though Thomas knew his master was just using those words to rile him up, they worked; a domineering sneer formed on his muzzle as he flexed his body to show his impressive strength. The demon smirked at that and jumped backward, disappearing briefly before reappearing near the fire. The werewolf snorted and began to stalk toward his new prey, no longer seeing the demon as his master and merely as a creature that needed to be taught who would be on top. As Thomas approached, he stopped and cracked his neck, then let out a roar that rattled the windows before he leaped after the demon that attempted to evade him.

As Cynder had promised, he didn't make it easy for the beast; whenever Thomas thought that he had him cornered and he rushed forward to pounce, he found himself just grabbing at empty air, though as he got better at predicting the demon's movements he did manage to feel his naked body before he slipped through. Worry returned to the werewolf briefly when he could feel his sharp claws press against Cynder's body, only for the demon to show off his glistening skin and tease him to stop trying to distract him with such fleeting touch. That once more sent Thomas back into his frenzy, and after licking his lips, he lunged forward and nearly slammed into the table as the demon jumped onto it.

Eventually, the werewolf managed to arch back and brought Cynder to the ground near the fire once more; the comfortable chairs that had been created moved out of the way to give them more room while Thomas snarled in the demon's ear. After all that effort, the werewolf could feel his erection already pushing against the butt of the other man as he used his muscular body to pin the squirming creature down. The second the head of his cock was aligned with Cynder's hole, Thomas pushed in hard and deep, letting out a howl of triumph and pleasure as several inches sank in all at once. If he were in his right mind, he would have considered that impressive, but the only thing that he cared about at this moment was the feel of those tight walls clamped around him and feeling his prize squirm as he learned who the dominant male was.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Cynder gasped as he dug his claws into the wood of the floor, still trying to wiggle away so that he could feel the werewolf grip him and start to pound into him more aggressively. "Don't hold back, you big fucking beast, claim your prize!" As Thomas let out a snarl and wrapped his thick furry arms around the waist of the demon to push deeper into his humping hips, the elven body of the other male started to change subtly. However, the werewolf was unaware of it as the black hair plastered against Cynder's back lengthened while finer hairs grew down his spine. As Thomas thrust into him with wild abandon, the stomach that he stretched began to go from toned to muscular as a lump formed on the end of the demon's spine that started to push out more.

But Thomas didn't even focus on his master's transformation; the fact that black fur had begun to sprout on the body of the man he had buried his cock into was nothing compared to the satisfaction he had gotten from plowing his thick shaft deep into the other creature. Not only had he dominated the other male like he wanted, but he also did what his master wished of him, which gave him double the pleasure along with the actual act of rutting, causing his body to practically quiver. He was such a good pet, his mind told him repeatedly as he did what his master wanted: a good pet and a good werewolf. It wasn't until he heard a snarl that didn't come from his mouth that Thomas finally registered that something was happening with his master, though by that point, he felt himself get flipped onto his back by a flurry of black fur before a pair of even bigger red eyes stared down at him.

"Mmmm, I'm starting to see the appeal of this form," Cynder growled as he slowly pulled away from Thomas, showing off his muscular black-furred body as he licked the lupine muzzle on his face. "I did make a few adjustments; however, I don't think you'll mind." As Thomas got a bigger picture of what Cynder had turned into, he saw that the infernal influence came into play from the horns that pushed out of his skull and the scales that covered up his hands up to the elbow. The word hellhound came to his mind but was promptly pushed out as he realized that Cynder had kept the werewolf's cock inside of him and began to grind against it.

Cynder reminded him that this was still his prey and he deserved to do what he wanted to do, and with the other wolf looking smoking hot in his eyes, he grabbed onto the furry chest and started to push up. Though the demonic creature continued to shift and move to stimulate the beast beneath him, the werewolf was told he was still in control, and he made sure that this other werewolf knew it, even if he was a hellhound. As the demonic creature leaned forward and rubbed his clawed hands through the pelt beneath him, Cynder suddenly felt a pair of arms wrapped around him, causing him to let out a yelp of surprise before he felt the muzzle of the other male latch onto his. With demonic-infused strength Thomas managed to pick up the one that had become just as big as him and went over to the stone wall near the fireplace, slamming him against it as both let out loud snarls before pumping his cock into him once more.

Thomas wasn't sure how long he rutted Cynder, but as he continued to rock the hellhound's body up against that wall, he felt every muscle tense up, his body practically spasming as he orgasmed into the creature in front of him. Claws could be heard scratching up against the wall from both monsters as the werewolf felt his cock gush inside of the tailhole that had milked him, his muscular chest pressing up against the one in front of him as he was forced to ride out the most intense orgasm of his life. Even when he had finished, it still felt like he was cumming as he kept his shaft deep inside the tailhole of the demon while his body spasmed. When he finally finished, he could hear panting in his ear as Cynder did the same while the two remained like that for some time.

"Now that is a perfect pet," Cynder said once they had recovered, the demon petting him on the head as he gave Thomas a fanged smirk. At the prompting of his master, Thomas carefully lowered the hellhound down on his feet and watched him test them out by hopping from foot to foot while his scale-covered tail whipped about in the air. "Not bad, not bad; I can see why other demons enjoy the hybrid dragon and wolf look. I don't know about you, but all that rutting has made me sore. If only I had a servant who could help me with that."

A few hours later, Thomas and Cynder sat in front of the fire, the werewolf dutifully rubbing on the hellhound's back muscles, which lay sprawled out at his knees. Though he wasn't sure how long he had been doing this, and he didn't care, feeling a sense of pride at serving his master as he worked his way down the heavily furred back and down his legs before going back up again. However, he noticed that the storm had continued to rage on and dump even more snow on top of them. At this point, Thomas realized, even in the haze of his primal urges, that had he not summoned Cynder, even if he had found a light to make a fire, he would have probably gone through all the wood and been starving as the demon continued to feed him.

"Oh yeah, that's the spot," Cynder said as Thomas rubbed his fingers into the thick paw pads of the hellhound, watching him shudder in delight. "Oh damn, how are you guys not horny all the time with paws like those?"

"I... don't think that most like them like that," Thomas replied, causing Cynder to look back and forth.

"Right, I meant for massaging, which is now over," Cynder stated as he slid out of the werewolf's grasp and gave him another pat. "Since we're going to be here for a while longer and you're still feeding me with energy through our deal, why don't we try something a little different since I'm bored and your horny... and I'm also horny. Now, while I could just summon a pair of mitts on your hands and hood over your face to make you into my subby werewolf, I have a trick that I learned from one of the few friends of mine back home, but the first thing I need you to do is to give me a pose."

Thomas nodded and enthusiastically got to his feet, moving in front of the fire and flexing his arms as much as possible. Master needed him to look good, the werewolf thought to himself, and being his hot, sexy werewolf meant that he had to show off as much as possible. When Cynder told him to try for a fiercer post, he shifted his mood completely. Instead of hunching low and bearing his fangs, he had his claws outstretched. Though the cuffs and collar lessened the effect, he knew that most would be scared by his aura of savagery, though as he maintained the pose, he felt something get poured onto his forehead. As he was about to move, his master told him to keep still, and Thomas did so even as whatever had just been put on his head fur started to drip down his back and face.

"So this is something that normally only happens in the infernal plane," Cynder explained as Thomas felt the liquid shift upwards and defy gravity to coat his ears. At the same time, it spread uniformly down his cheeks and muzzle. "Some use it as a punishment or means to hold their servants until needed, while others just do it because they enjoy the look of it. Now, since there's no way that anyone or anything is going to be able to breach this cabin given the storm outside, I feel a bit safe trying this out on you, my pet; I look forward to seeing if it manages to stick in a place where demonic magic isn't as plentiful."

While Thomas wanted to ask what that meant, he knew that he had to be a good werewolf and stay in his pose, even when he felt something slide over his teeth and begin to coat his mouth. He also found the crackling of the fireplace dying down, and as he tried to look around to see what was happening, he found his eyes unable to move. By this point, the strange substance had already coated the top of his head and had started to flow down his chin and to his neck, and when he felt it also push into the inside of his throat to coat it, he tried to swallow and found that he couldn't move the muscles. Though it was hard to hear, he heard Cynder ask him how he felt, and when he tried to talk, he found his tongue sliding around his mouth and his jaws making a squeaking noise when he licked his lips.

"What is this," Thomas asked in interest when he managed to get his tongue to stop flopping around in his mouth. "It feels like rubber."

"It is," Cynder replied with a grin as the shiny silver substance cascaded down his thick fur and caused the strands to fuse. "Well, it kind of is; it's a special alchemical concoction that I know how to make that is essentially living rubber and turns whatever it's exposed to into the same substance. Normally, my brethren will freeze those they have affected and make them into statues, but I think this is quite a bit more fun, especially since it gives me even more control over your body than I had before."

Before Thomas could ask what sorts of things he could do, he felt his lips start to fuse, causing his words to come out in muffled grunts as the strands of his upper and lower lips bridged his jaws together and snapped them shut before a muzzle formed around it. As he felt the substance flow around his fingers, he held them up and could see his face in the reflection of the silver. He saw a formless expanse where his mouth would be as he watched his fingers start fusing. "I have to say that I do enjoy the feel of such a thing," Cynder confessed as he pointed for Thomas to kneel, the werewolf doing so immediately even as it allowed his legs to get coated faster while he felt his cock and tailhole get covered. "Plus, the idea of a werewolf being covered in silver rubber made me smile, but now it's time to give it a test drive."

Cynder grabbed onto the side of the rubber werewolf's head and lifted him until he was eye to eye with his master's crotch. As he felt the thick substance morph once more around his muzzle, it opened to a single hole in the opening while the rest of his teeth appeared like they had been molded into a mask. Thomas found himself ecstatic as he realized that not only had his master made him even hotter but rendered his entire body a plaything for his demon to use. He was so clever, the werewolf thought to himself as he began to drool a bit of silver rubber before the hellhound's cock was shoved into it; he was so glad that he was the demon's pet.

With Cynder being even more prominent in hellhound form, Thomas could feel his muzzle grow distorted from the shaft being shoved inside of him, which prompted him to angle his head down so that his master had easy access to his throat. He was getting better at serving all the time as he felt the head of the demon's cock slide into his synthetic throat and could tell that Cynder appreciated it from the loud groan that he heard. It was unfortunate that they were stuck in the cabin, or else he could find some others that he could dominate and turn into rubber werewolves so that his master would have a whole pack to serve him, Thomas thought as it became easier to shift his position to keep the throbbing shaft stretching his throat muscles, with permission of course. He could feel his cock bounce in his lap as he imagined having three or four hunky, shiny, muscular, primal rubber werewolves surrounding the demon, ready to do his beck and call as he eagerly sucked.

As suddenly as it started, though, Thomas felt a loud pop in his maw as Cynder pulled himself out. For a second, he wondered if he had done something wrong while being lost in his thoughts before he saw that the hellhound's cock was dripping with silver rubber that had started to spread upwards. "Ah, they didn't tell me to wait for it to cure," Cynder stated with a slight quiver as Thomas saw his shaft grow even bigger while the black fur became silver rubber. "Looks like I'll be able to see it first hand."

"I think you're already looking great, master," Thomas said, his voice still a deep tone that vibrated in his chest as he rubbed his muzzle against it. "A hot rubber hellhound with his rubber werewolf pet by his side, our bodies rubbing together as you take me from behind."

"You got a point there," Cynder said with a chuckle as he went over to one of the chairs and sat down; by this point, the rubber was already starting to cover his washboard abs and coat down his thighs. The demon instructed Thomas to sit down on him, and the werewolf was more than eager to do so, taking care to move his rubber wolf tail out of the way so that his master could watch him get impaled. With both of their bodies being synthetic, the two had no trouble with Thomas sliding down on the thick shaft, shoving himself to the bottom while he felt his back press up against the increasingly similar one behind him.

With the two in a sitting position, Thomas was told to set the pace, the werewolf eagerly doing so as he ground his stretched-open rubber rear against the synthetic groin of the one underneath him. He heard a chuckle behind him, and suddenly, his muzzle sealed shut once more, but this time, it was joined by his eyes and ears as his senses became cut off from the world. As he pawed the demon behind him, he felt his mitts glide over the creature's body and caused the one beneath him to shudder as even if he wanted to get up, he felt like he couldn't get off the cock that was stretching out his stomach. The hellhound also reached forward and started to stroke his throbbing shaft, but after a few pumps, the clawed hands began to press it up against his groin. Thomas let out a muffled grunt as it was completely encased in a smooth sack with the demonic dick inside him, pressing its outline against the washboard abs of his stomach.

"I told you that you are my toy," Thomas heard in his mind as he suddenly got the mental image of a werewolf in all his mighty glory, looking like he was in a gimp suit, his muscular body shifting back and forth. At the same time, his useless, clumsy paws with cuffs on the wrists flailed about. One thing he could still feel was the powerful feeling of rubber against rubber as the demon thrusted up into him, causing him to pounce while his heavy feet flopped against the floor. "And I always like to make sure my toys are well-used..."

When Thomas woke up again, he found that he was no longer rubber and no longer had his master inside of him, though, for the latter, he saw that it was because the demon hellhound was standing up near the window again. This time, he went over unprompted, and when he looked outside, he saw that the snows had diminished and that even with the car he came in on being buried, the skies were blue and clear, which would allow for potential helicopter pick-up. "It appears that your need for me is ending," Cynder said as he shrugged his shoulders. "I have put some more logs on the fire, and it should be more than enough for you to wait until you can call someone from the city to come and pick you up."

As Thomas nodded and reached up for his commlink, he realized it was not on him, and looking around for it, he saw that it was on the nearby table along with the rest of his stuff, including his clothes and even his cybernetic eye that he hadn't realized he had lost until that point. When he tapped the commlink, he found that it worked and could connect to the megacity before he glanced over and saw the bright red rubber collar on the table and the cuffs that had been taken off his body. "So that's it then?" Thomas asked. "Once the fire's out, is our contact complete?"

"That's it," Cynder replied as he turned with a smile on his muzzle. "Once you are sure you can leave, I'll turn us both back and disappear. I wouldn't want you to freeze for the last hour because you couldn't connect."

"I see... well, let me just try it out here," As Thomas put the receiver up to his ear, he pressed a few buttons on the commlink, but instead of pressing the send button, he hit cancel. He waited for a few seconds, and as he saw the demon staring at him, he slowly turned away. Then, he closed the commlink and put down the receiver. "Guess there's still some static coming from the megacity due to the storm, and they probably had a transceiver get knocked down, so I think it might still be a few hours... or a day... before I can get some help here."

Cynder narrowed his eyes slightly as Thomas tried not to grin like an idiot. "I see, so you are saying that you're going to need a roaring fire for some time because you say you can't connect to anyone," the demon repeated. Thomas felt a sheepish grin creep across his muzzle as he nodded and said that was precisely what was happening. "You know that my magic has a limit and that you can't just say that you must stay here to keep doing something you enjoy forever."

"Yeah... I know," Thomas said with a sigh. "I guess I just wanted-" the werewolf was suddenly cut off as he felt the hellhound suddenly up next to him, giving him a deep kiss on the muzzle that he eagerly reciprocated. As the two muscular furry creatures made out, Thomas suddenly felt something pressed against his neck. When he brought his hands up to it, he discovered that Cynder had replaced the collar around his throat, and he felt his thoughts almost immediately leeching away.

"I said forever," Cynder said as he tapped Thomas on the nose with his claw while he watched the confident smirk return to the werewolf's muzzle. "But there is a lot of snow, so I can't imagine you would get out for a day or two anyway; plus, it would be a shame to waste the roaring fire I built. Now come on, you dumb horny beast, I think it's time we pulled out all the stops with you this time..."