{"sf1_id":1662158,"sf2_id":"ynZNWDkn","title":"First Blood (Prequel)","author":"Alfa_Barf","words":1821,"posted_at":"2020-12-18T05:17:33.000Z","tags":["Canine","Greentext","Human","Second Person","Sex","Supernatural"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662158-first-blood-prequel","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZNWDkn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a4/c7/a4c71e77-5e8d-4c14-a645-30158dedb8e1","description":"[Greentext] In your typical horror fashion, Anon becomes the latest victim of a hellhound's vices as the Halloween night comes to a close. Prequel of sorts to Part 1.","content":"\\\u003eIt's a little after three in the morning  \n\\\u003eThe night of Halloween  \n\\\u003eYour place was the last stop on the gauntlet of party-hopping debauchery  \n\\\u003eLuckily, half the crew you started out with had ditched the group as the night progressed  \n\\\u003eMeaning you had your night of fun and didn't have to clean up too much afterwards  \n\\\u003eEveryone who came to your place was able to leave; nobody to crash at your place overnight  \n\\\u003eIn fact, some of them were pretty sober by the end of it  \n\\\u003eIncluding a girl in a typical “sexy devil\" costume who wouldn't take her eyes off you  \n\\\u003eYour friends elbowed you in the ribs and tried to get you to hook up with her  \n\\\u003eBut the moment you decided to make a move she had already left  \n\\\u003eBummer  \n\\\u003eSo it's another lonely night for Anon once the last guest left  \n\\\u003eYou can barely sleep after all that, and after a night of drinking you're feeling alcohol-induced peckishness  \n\\\u003eYou could hold out until morning, or grab a quick snack  \n\\\u003eHunger wins out, so you hop out of bed almost immediately after getting into it and head over to your refrigerator to scavenge what you can  \n\\\u003eSeems like someone already beat you to it  \n\\\u003eThe door is open and a dark shape is rooting around inside  \n\\\u003eYou see something glistening in the shadows, and moaning coming from where the light radiates  \n\\\u003eYou throw the lights on, but the darkness standing before the fridge remains  \n\\\u003eIt's a voluptuous female shape, but with the legs, arms, and head of a black-furred canine  \n\\\u003eShe's already unlike any dog you've ever seen just by being two-legged, but the sharp horns, bat wings, crimson eyes, and spaded tail also make her unlike any two-legged dog you could have ever imagined  \n\\\u003eCompletely nude; the glistening you saw was her slick, aroused, rosy lips squeezed between a heavy rump  \n\\\u003eShe turns to look at you with a thick roll of salami punctured between her teeth  \n\\\u003eShe grins around the meat and snaps it in half, hanging on to the two parts with a long, curling, forked tongue so that she can swallow them whole one at a time  \n\\\u003eYou watch the chunks travel down her throat in huge bulges  \n\\\u003e\"Looks like we both had the same idea,\" she says with a sultry tone. “A little bite in the witching hour.\"  \n\\\u003eJust then it hits you  \n\\\u003eThis was the girl from the parties  \n\\\u003eOr, at least she has the same devilish accessories as her  \n\\\u003eBut this is some kind of unbelievable canine-devil hybrid  \n\\\u003eLike a succubus mixed with a hellhound  \n\\\u003eAs she struts over to you on the tips of her paw pads you are smacked with her aroma  \n\\\u003eIt's not perfume, but lust and pure pheromones  \n\\\u003eAnd yet there is also a seed of dread inside you  \n\\\u003e\"You must know how I've been watching you all night, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eShe reaches up and runs her black nails across your cheek  \n\\\u003eHell is not fire and brimstone, but a chilling temptation like the one running down your spine  \n\\\u003e\"Not every man is lucky to be my prey. You haven't been very lucky in your love life, but it's all going to change before the sun rises.\"  \n\\\u003eHer muzzle pulls back into a wicked smile  \n\\\u003eYou need to run, the voice in your head says  \n\\\u003eBut where? You're already in the safest place you can think of, and it's not like you can come back with this hellhound still hanging around  \n\\\u003eAlthough, she DID mention the sun  \n\\\u003eMaybe you just have to stall her until morning?  \n\\\u003eYou say a quick goodbye and run to your door  \n\\\u003eWhen you open it up, you wish you hadn't  \n\\\u003eThe maw of some cosmic horror is on the other side, teeth lining its throat like a hideous blender  \n\\\u003eYou hear the muffled screams of victims deep within its gullet, and it doesn't intend on passing up yet another meal  \n\\\u003eA thin rope wraps around your waist and pulls you back into the room  \n\\\u003eIt's not just a rope; it's the hellhound's whippy tail  \n\\\u003eAnd you're no longer back home, but in a succubus' lair  \n\\\u003eRed and black satin everywhere  \n\\\u003eBondage gear adorning the walls like ornaments or art  \n\\\u003eBottles and wine glasses filled with something you know isn't wine  \n\\\u003eYou're on the floor with the hellhound looming over you  \n\\\u003eA fleck of her feminine juices drips down onto your forehead  \n\\\u003eIt burns hotter than any boiling water could  \n\\\u003eBut you can't scream  \n\\\u003eHer tail had worked its way up to your head and gagged your mouth as you lay on the needle-like carpet  \n\\\u003e\"You are a bad, bad boy, Anon,\" she scolds. “Running away from a lady? You should stop and get to know me. After all, we're going to be together for an eternity.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're pulled to your feet by your neck, and then the tail becomes lax  \n\\\u003eOnly to reposition itself back to your waist  \n\\\u003eWith your arms pinned to your sides  \n\\\u003e\"I was going to give you unsurpassable pleasure, the typical “mortal\" way…\"  \n\\\u003eHer front paws, her “hands\", rest on your shoulders  \n\\\u003e\"But now I see you'll need something with a little more discipline involved.\"  \n\\\u003eHer once petite bat wings grow into a massive pair  \n\\\u003eThey curl around your ensnared form like a cage  \n\\\u003e\"Now then. When was the last time you had your blood drawn?\"  \n\\\u003eEvery beat of your heart lets her tail tighten its constriction  \n\\\u003eIt's like a tourniquet for your whole body  \n\\\u003eThe blood rushes to your head, and sweat pours out of your skin to cool the sudden heat  \n\\\u003e\"You know what they say: it's the initial prick that hurts the most.\"  \n\\\u003eHer muzzle opens to reveal two long, thin fangs  \n\\\u003eYou barely have enough time to let out a gasp before she clamps her mouth around the base of your neck  \n\\\u003eThe sensation is deep, but it's not enough to send you into shock  \n\\\u003eIn fact, the longer she holds the position the duller the pain gets  \n\\\u003eShe gives a powerful suck  \n\\\u003eIt feels as though your very soul is draining into her  \n\\\u003eBut with the quick pause for air she injects a new feeling into you  \n\\\u003eIt's pure adrenaline mixed with an aphrodisiac  \n\\\u003eEvery inhale pumps a little more blood into your shaft, until you're painfully erect  \n\\\u003eEvery surge feels as though you're completely drained of your blood, then filled back up with her exhale  \n\\\u003eAnd every draw seems to pull a little more of your essence with it  \n\\\u003eYou're close to blacking out whenever she draws you into her throat, and when she pauses for even the shortest time you're dragged back to her feverish reality  \n\\\u003eThe only thing stable is your throbbing length, which is so cripplingly sensitive you're afraid to regain any sensation in your body  \n\\\u003eWhile the fluids syphoned out of you flow quickly, something thicker slowly creeps forward from your groin  \n\\\u003eYour gasping becomes a countdown for the climax, each one getting higher and higher  \n\\\u003eHer tail unravels around you, and it's like taking the knot out of a garden hose  \n\\\u003eUntil the rush is stopped by a valve  \n\\\u003eYour release is denied by a single finger of the hellhound's paw  \n\\\u003eWhatever fiendish trick she's using, it's more than effective  \n\\\u003eYou're grunting and whining, holding in the deluge as she chuckles at you mockingly  \n\\\u003eEven the jack-o-lanterns sneer at you with fiery eyes  \n\\\u003eShe's saying something, but you're under too much duress to hear her  \n\\\u003eBut what she's saying could be your salvation  \n\\\u003eOr not  \n\\\u003e\"It's all but written in blood already, but…I want to hear it from your own lips.\"  \n\\\u003eA black, razor claw from her other paw points to your heart  \n\\\u003e\"Your soul. Will you give it to me?\"  \n\\\u003eAnything  \n\\\u003eYou'll say anything to get your sexual liberation  \n\\\u003eYou can't even actually say anything, you just feebly nod your head  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmm, good. Then let's get it in ink…\"  \n\\\u003eWhen you finally release, it's a torrent  \n\\\u003eThere's no way you could consider this pleasurable  \n\\\u003eBut somehow you do  \n\\\u003eThe afterglow of your orgasm is sweeter than the actual thing  \n\\\u003eTime freezes, and you reach out with your freed arms for anything to hold for stability  \n\\\u003eYour vision returns slowly  \n\\\u003eNow you're lucid enough you see your handiwork  \n\\\u003eYou coated the hellhound's stomach with your semen  \n\\\u003eThe white strands sizzle on her scorching abdomen  \n\\\u003eShe scoops as much as she can with a finger and licks it off  \n\\\u003eIt's then you realize it's her breasts you were holding on to for stability  \n\\\u003eThe flesh of her nipples burns your palms like soldering irons  \n\\\u003eYou can't let go  \n\\\u003eIt's as though the heat fused your hands to her chest  \n\\\u003e\"Taking the initiative? I like that. We can't have you all soft and submissive when we start the REAL fun. No no, that's for afterwards, when I decide to break you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe leans in close to your ear, whispering sinisterly  \n\\\u003e\"And we haven't even…'scratched the surface' yet.\"  \n\\\u003eHer fangs hover over the opposite side of your neck  \n\\\u003eYou relive every excruciating moment in a fraction of a second before her pearly daggers even touch your skin  \n\\\u003eWhen they do, the whole process starts all over again  \n\\\u003eRapture mixes with suffering  \n\\\u003eTears pour over shaky smiles  \n\\\u003eYou're suffocated by both her enthralling scent and the hearty musk in the room  \n\\\u003eUnconsciousness takes you mercifully, though the fleeting laughter of the hellhound follows you into the darkness  \n  \n\\\u003eYou break out of sleep paralysis  \n\\\u003eIt's never been this bad before, but at least it's all over  \n\\\u003eYou feel gross, to put it lightly  \n\\\u003eLying in a literal pool of sweat  \n\\\u003eYou enjoy the sounds of the morning, and the light peeking through the window  \n\\\u003eYou're panting heavily long after you rub the sleep from your eyes  \n\\\u003eNo other dream has been as vivid for you, ever  \n\\\u003eMaybe it was some bad food?  \n\\\u003eYou wonder to yourself what you could have eaten to cause such a nightmare  \n\\\u003eBut was it really a “nightmare\"?  \n\\\u003eNow that you're awake, you can laugh at how afraid you were  \n\\\u003eIt really wasn't so bad, right?  \n\\\u003eLike analyzing the ridiculousness of a nighttime illusion  \n\\\u003eYou can pick out the most pleasurable moments and keep them for later  \n\\\u003eA little bit of fright was worth that sexual fantasy, wasn't it?  \n\\\u003e\"Mmm, I sure think so.\"  \n\\\u003eYour eyes go wide  \n\\\u003eThe midnight fur of the hellhound's arm passes over your eyes as she pulls you into a binding squeeze  \n\\\u003e\"Just a little bit of fright…and your eternal soul. Wasn't such a bad tradeoff, hmm?\"  \n\\\u003eThe light outside your window is snuffed out, leaving only a supernatural void  \n\\\u003eYour room glows with a hellish red tint, and you can make out the shadows of damned souls looming over your bed  \n\\\u003e\"Whenever you're ready, we'll head back to MY place, little morsel.\"  \n\\\u003eShe grins, then cackles  \n\\\u003eAnd so do the shadows around you","series":{"name":"Hellhound of the Morning","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662156-hellhound-of-the-morning.json"}}