{"sf1_id":1634855,"sf2_id":"Rm0kJzze","title":"Blind-Date Pact, pt 2","author":"comidacomida","words":1108,"posted_at":"2020-10-03T05:25:00.000Z","tags":["Cat","Cerberus","Demon","Dog","French Kiss","Magic","Master/Slave","Power","Seduction","Tonguing","WritingGroupChallenge","blind date","control","hellhound","multiple heads","rubbing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1634855-blind-date-pact-pt-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0kJzze","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1d/3e/1d3e5978-d7b8-4cfa-b168-592b3fef93c4","description":"#41 of Writing Practice\n\nThis is another writing prompt from the furry writing group in which I take part on Telegram.\n(Interested in joining us? You can find it here: https://t.me/joinchat/CPoeZhclggenrOEh0yYwvg )\nThe focus of this prompt is to do a short story of \"about 1000 words\" with the prompt: \"Don't tell me I'm scared. I'm not scared. I'm terrified. And it's because of you.\"\nThis is a continuation of a writing prompt I did last year, which actually expanded to a full chapter of a short story... I may expand on this one in a similar manner some time in the future.\nAs always, thanks for reading!","content":"Blind-Date Pact, pt 2  \ncopyright comidacomida 2020\n\nRather than going home, Sam had been convinced by HH24 to spend some more time out on the street.\u0026nbsp; The newness of the summoning meant that Sam's new 'friend' could only remain with him for the dark hours and, even though it was late autumn, there were still plenty of daylight hours when they couldn't be together.\u0026nbsp; Despite the overbearing, nigh overpowering presence of his demonic master, the Cat felt a great desire to be with him as much as possible.\n\nThe Hellhound led him down a side street, avoiding the street lights and busyness of the main roads in favor of the shadowy corners of the city alleys.\u0026nbsp; There was a strange comfort to the blackness which Sam had never noticed before, as if the parts of him screaming against going into the darkness were silenced by the presence of his pact-bound demon companion... his new 'master'.\n\nSeveral steps ahead of him the Hellhound's two heads conversed with one another, seemingly preferring their own company over his.\u0026nbsp; Sam was used to it, of course, but it still somehow stung.\u0026nbsp; They were his masters, and he was their follower, so why didn't they provide him the attention he craved?\u0026nbsp; Was that not a part of the pact?\u0026nbsp; Almost as if sensing his thoughts, the Hellhound came to an immediate stop, both heads rotating to look back at him.\n\nThe Cat came to an immediate stop and fidgeted.\u0026nbsp; \"Is... something wrong, Masters?\"\n\nWith their body about-facing, both heads rotated around again, snapping back to facing him as they approached.\u0026nbsp; At first, Sam stepped aside, thinking that they planned to go back in the direction from which they came but the moment he did so they immediately turned and stepped closer, causing the cat to back up right against the wall.\u0026nbsp; Before he knew it, the demonic creature was right there, all four glowing eyes trained right on him.\u0026nbsp; He felt his heart skip a beat... and not just from fear.\n\nSam had nowhere to which he could retreat, the Hellhound's body pressed up against him so firmly he felt as though he was going to have trouble drawing breath; it didn't help that he felt the massive, firm heft of the creature's sheath against his sternum with each breath.\u0026nbsp; Left gazed down at him, the burning coals that were his eyes \"It appears that our follower may be cowed... do you think he is afraid?\"\n\nRight offered a friendly smile, tongue hanging out of the side of it as he leaned forward and then licked the side of the Cat's head. \"Oh, definitely.\u0026nbsp; I'm sure he's scared.\u0026nbsp; We can feel him shiver.\"\n\nLeft licked the other side of Sam's face.\u0026nbsp; \"Tell us, Samuel... you are scared, are you not?\"\n\nThe Cat wouldn't have been able to lie even if he wanted to. \"T-terrified.\"\n\nLeft's inquiry was an order expecting an answer. \"Of what?\"\n\n\"You.\"\n\nThe two heads glanced to one another; Left's smile widened while Right's wilted.\u0026nbsp; It was Right who said \"You are ours, kitten... it's your foes who should fear us, not you.\"\n\nOne of the Hellhound's paws reached up and gripped his forearm. \"But that is not the only reason you shiver, is it, Samuel?\"\n\nThe Cat realized immediately that it wasn't; he'd never had the chance to be close to such a masculine form before and he was easily as excited as he was scared out of his mind. \"What-- what do you mean, Masters?\"\n\nLeft's chuckle was dark, with a hint of sadism to it as he brought his long, broad muzzle down, breathing the words scarcely a centimeter from the Cat's muzzle. The Hellhound's hips pressed up against him, pushing him against the wall as the canine's firm sheath ground into his torso and Sam was certain that he felt the Demon's member.\u0026nbsp; \"You have no need to lie... we know this is what you desire.\"\n\nIt was, and the Cat couldn't argue.\u0026nbsp; Opening his muzzle to speak, he was cut off by Right, who peered at him as well, fiery gaze burning with intent.\u0026nbsp; Malicious intent, Sam wondered.\u0026nbsp; Probably.\u0026nbsp; His words, however, were honey-sweet.\u0026nbsp; \"So, kitten... maybe you need to ask yourself, 'what next?'.\"\n\nThe warlock felt his entire face flush-- ears too-- and probably most of his body.\u0026nbsp; \"W-well... I... I-think... m-maybe... I.... I c-could...\"\n\nLeft sneered, a rivulet of glowing saliva dribbling from his muzzle. \"Are you wanting to waste our time?\u0026nbsp; Sniveling may work on some demons, but we are not into indecisive thralls.\"\n\nRight's smile was the polar opposite. \"Go ahead, kitten... tell us.\"\n\nDespite the softness in the voice, Sam felt the Compulsion, forcing the words out of him in a rush. \"I've never been kissed and I wanted my master to be my first.\"\n\nLeft snorted. \"A kiss?\u0026nbsp; How... pedestrian.\"\n\nRight chuckled, leaning to the left so that he bonked his neighbor.\u0026nbsp; \"Oh calm ourself, killjoy... our kitten wishes us to bless him with our affection.\"\n\nLeft seemed unconvinced. \"Feh... he should not need it to do his duty... and there are far better things he could be doing with his muzzle.\"\n\nThe dampness of slick precum had already seeped through Sam's shirt and he had no doubt what Left meant.\u0026nbsp; Right, however, was much less reluctant.\u0026nbsp; \"Well, our pet... if what you desire is our blessing, we can... accommodate.\"\n\nDespite Left's objections, the next thing Sam knew he was being overwhelmed by two large, slobbering Dog heads overpowering him, pushing him back against the wall so hard his skull hurt as they almost engulfed his entire face.\u0026nbsp; At one point, he wasn't sure where their tongues ended and the inside of his throat began.\n\nLegs feeling weak, he very nearly lost consciousness, wondering if he'd ever get air, or if he would be smothered by his master's two tongues.\u0026nbsp; He lost his footing, but two large arms lowered him to the ground and their muzzles finally withdrew.\u0026nbsp; Left almost snickered. \"You're such a little fag.\"\n\nRight was just as chiding, but in a different way. \"Oh be nice... he's our little wilting flower... he didn't realize just what he was asking.\"\n\nLeft snorted, pulling at the Cat's robe. \"Well... now that he has presented himself properly, we can take what it is he truly has to offer.\"\n\nFrantically grasping for anything he could hold, Sam cramped down both of his hands around one of the hell hound's enormous wrists.\u0026nbsp; Once his robes were no longer in the way of separating his body from the demon's they were free to take of him what they desired... and they did.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Writing Practice","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1631215-leaving-it-for-the-future.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1637318-time-passes.json"}}