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Becoming a Hellhound

By Dylandy

I'd gone to sleep after a long day at work, like I always did.

It was restful, but my dreams were interrupted by the feeling of rocky ground under my body. My blanket and mattress were gone. I felt around, trying to get a picture of where I was before I opened my eyes and found out what had really happened to me. But no matter where my imagination went - it was not enough to prepare me for what was in store for me.

Inferno.

The land beyond was ablaze. Active volcanos spewing thick black smoke into the red sky. Rocks that emerged from the ground like sharpened claws trying to tear open the night. This was the very biblical definition of hell. A lifeless wasteland of blood and thunder. On my hands and knees, I swivelled around. Atop a sinister throne of black slate sat not a man, but a dragon in the shape of one.

I didn't know where I was. It was sweltering. I immediately broke out into a sweat the moment I woke up. The ground beneath my feet was craggy and warm, and between the cracks the light of running magma illuminated me from below. My scrambled mind could only think about what it was seeing, but not fully comprehend.

He had pitch black scales that absorbed the light like coal. A crown of vicious horns that jutted from his face like deadly weapons. His mouth glowed orange with barely restrained hellfire. When he exhaled, his large, muscular chest shuddered and his mouth sparked like iron under a flame. His tail lashed impatiently as I scrambled to my feet.

The creature regarded me with an appraising eye despite his aggressive appearance. He was colossal, easily ten feet tall at least and bulging obscenely with muscles. I could see the veins running through his body. They also glowed with that very same magma that burst forth from his mouth. A black and orange constellation, branching rivers that allowed his inhuman body to function in this horrible place. He was a demon. That was the only explanation.

My eyes drifted south as he spread his muscular legs. Churning, plump testicles the size of my head lay against the stone. They glowed like heated stones more intensely than anywhere else on his body. His thick, bestial cock hung freely. Dangerous looking spikes of flesh crested his sharp head.

The stench.

My nose twitched as the stench of molten cum filled my nostrils. The tip of his cock flagged and ejected a powerful spurt of what could only be described as lava. It steamed and smoked, and the smell was intoxicating. My body told me to stay away, that it was too dangerous for me to contact.

"W-Who..." The words died in my throat before they could escape. The demon did not speak, he merely beckoned me forth with one of his claws. I felt a tugging in my heart. This great and terrible creature wanted me, needed me. Who was I to deny his will? With hesitant steps I approached the demon, until I came to his seed, still sizzling on the ground in front of me.

Touch it.

My hand moved on its own. My fingers dipped into the demon seed. It seared my skin, but I felt no pain. The rivers of sweat that covered my body were a mere distraction. My body jerked and wretched as the nerves in my body were thrown into complete disarray. I should have been in such incredible pain, but this was his blessing - a gift from a powerful lord of the underworld to a weak, worthless human like me. My mind was flooded with images of conquest, blood and breeding.

"M-Master," I croaked, my mind aflush with a thousand lecherous thoughts. My cock pushed up against the prison of my boxers, desperate to escape. My burnt hand gripped the bottom the shirt I slept in and ripped it to shreds, my boxers were soon to follow. Now naked, the heat of the inferno I found myself in did not wane.

He finally graced me with his words. They were strange, alien. Yet I understood them all the same This was no punishment, no hell. This was a sign of his love for me and everything that I was. The breadth and depth of his affections shocked me into silence. To him I was a jewel shining in the black night. A flower growing in the desert. Was there any further need for silly things like words?

Our connection, our bond - was so much closer than anything that words could convey. I was his. His to play with, to mould as he pleased. A spec of dust between his toes, but so much more valuable. Of all the people in the world, he loved me. I ran to him with my arms held open wide. My Master swept me up in his huge arms and held me close to his chest.

His heart pounded like a drum. I reached out in awe and groped his rough leathery pecs with my small human hands. The force of each life-giving blow would be enough to break bone. Thoughts of virility and eternal life flooded me. He was the apex of all that was and could be. He knew me better than I knew myself, that I'd throw myself to reckless abandon for a chance to be like him.

He was so much bigger than me. If he was stood aloft I would only reach to his stomach. I found the idea comforting, arousing, to be drench from top to bottom in his seed. But I knew that Master really wanted me to be masculine as he was. His long, split tongue rolled from his mouth and flicked against my naked skin. I gasped as the hot lash of his silken flesh touched my own. He enjoyed the taste of my sweat, but in order for me to survive in his world I would need to become stronger, more resistant.

I was twisted around and made to sit on his lap. His thick cock, longer and thicker than both of my arms put together, sprouted from between my legs like a wonderful flower. The constant production of stinky dragon cum meant that he was always leaking a river of lava from his member. I reached out and wrapped my hands around it, not even able to make them meet halfway around his circumference.

The lava spilled out over my fingers. Again, my mind and nerves were sent into madness. It should have hurt, it should have peeled my skin and boiled my blood - but instead I only felt a deep, intense pleasure. My breath evaporated in the air as the heat grew more and more intense. I toyed with the sticky molten liquid between my spread fingers. They twitched and clenched uncontrollably. They began to grow longer and more menacing by the second. Black claws sprouted from under my old human nails. The palms of my hands were covered by a leathery black patch of skin as they grew and grew, until they looked comical on my normal human arms. The back of my hands sprouted a thick patch of black hair.

"Master," I huffed, "Master!"

I had abandoned any hope of rational thought. My beloved Master lifted me up again and stood from his chair with a mighty heave. From my spot down on the ground, I had the chance to fully enjoy the majestic form of his physical body. What he wanted from me was obvious. The movement jostled his heavy balls and shaft, spurting even more infectious magma across the plateau that were stood on. He was perfectly proportioned, with big round pectoral muscles and arms and legs like tree trunks.

His tail swished lazily behind him, blowing steaming hot air into my face and naked body. Finally, a pair of wonderful wings emerged from his back. They were covered in a thin layer of orange skin that matched the fire that lay in wait underneath his sinew and bone. I wanted to get down onto my hands and knees and worship him, as was only right for a creature of his royal nature. But my Master was impatient, he wanted to see what I could become.

He huffed and pulled me closer until I was stood underneath his overly-productive semen tanks. I ran my hands across their smooth surface. They were just the right volume to fill his velvety black sack. I could feel them pulsing rhythmically, ever at work to create a new batch of potent, corrupting cum. They were scalding hot, enough to burn the skin of a normal mortal being. I was long past that point. At their base they turned from their natural black colour to the colour of fire, I could imagine the power dwelling and gathering within, pooling at the bottom waiting to be unleashed.

The stench, I couldn't possibly describe the stench. My Master never stopped spurting, never once relaxing, always on the edge of an explosive climax. The sheer smell of all that was masculine and right with the world. The stink of the sweat of a being, no - a god that shouldn't have been able to sweat at all! I placed face my face against them and surrounded myself with his ballsack like they were a pair of comfortable pillows.

I should have screamed, wailed in agony, but I did not - by his blessing I did not. I enjoyed the smell of my Master's essence and the feeling of my senses becoming more sensitive. My nose twitched and elongated into a long black muzzle. My eyes became clearer than they ever had when I was a mere human.

Master grinned, he was enjoying my adoration! It filled my heart to bursting with joy. He gripped the tip of his own cock and teased it with his sharp nails. The way that it became wet with arousal only made my own erection more evident. It did not take long for him to release himself all over my body. I looked up to the dark sky above and witnessed it first-hand. The tip of his cock dilated as a rush - almost a gallon's worth - of his magma poured over my body like a warm shower. I was overwhelmed, knocked flat on my back as it penetrated my every pore and orifice.

I couldn't help but get it in my mouth. I eagerly swallowed the deadly liquid. It burnt and scarred my throat, twisted my body in ways that I could never have hoped to experience in the world above. I was in a rapturous pleasure, this surely was no hell - it was my own personal heaven. I arched my back and screamed as my own cock's weak human swill poured hopelessly against his own. The last I would ever hopefully make as a human.

Still choking on the ginormous volume of his cum, my body was changed even further. Thick black fur sprouted where once there was only a thin covering. My legs cracked and jolted as they thickened at the base and became suitable for a beast, not merely a man. I grew, taller and taller and wider and wider. Of course, my Master ensured that I was large enough to strike fear into his enemies, and enough for us to have some fun together. Still I would not challenge him in height or girth.

As I crested eight-foot-tall, I could feel my own muscles swelling like balloons. My once weedy body filled out to one that would make even the most dedicated bodybuilders jealous. My muzzle was filled with sharp, dangerous fangs. My cock hid itself away inside of a furry sheathe, thick and bulbous, with a knot that could tear the very flesh of the strongest and largest enemies.

My tongue hung loose, growing longer and more canine like. Before I knew it, I had been transformed into a towering terror. A hulking wolf beast with fur like slate and eyes like topaz. My claws were sharper than any blade, and my cock thicker than any equine stud's. But still I felt empty. Like a man wearing a hollow shell.

My Master was so pleased with his work - yet it was not complete yet. His great hand reached into my chest, passing through as if it weren't there, and he plucked my human heart clean from inside of me. He scooped my immobile body into one arm and allowed me to see the last moments of my mortal existence, as he squished it between his fingers like an insect. It filled me with ecstasy the likes of which would never again be replicated.

He tossed the trash away into an infernal pit and looked down at me with adoration. Even now he was my better, spiritually and physically. His eyes were filled with pride and love. He leant down and pulled me into a kiss, our chests pushing together as I desperately tried to feel more of him. With a great inhalation, and a mighty huff he breathed his hellfire into my body. The veins under my fur glowed a vibrant orange. Just when my vision was darkening, I was made to feel more alive than I ever had before.

I had no need of a mortal heart. My Master's fire filled my belly and my bloated balls. He had granted me just a small slither of his everything, his power. My own body burnt with a new flame. Patches of my fur began to smoke and smoulder, turning into cinders that burnt gently in the darkness. Twisted black horns sprouted from the sides of my canine skull, like those of a ram. I was no mere dog anymore.

He wrapped me into an affection embrace, and ran his claws through my fur. The feeling of being petted by my Master was a pleasure that could only be surpassed by our carnal lusts. When I finally regained control of my body, I sat up in his lap and enjoy the chance to test drive my new muscles. I flexed and stretched, more flexible and powerful than any living being. My Master observed me with a pleasant smile etched across his rocky features.

He licked his lips. I yelped in surprise as he dragged me back into position, with my muzzle touching the tip of his cock and my own asshole on display for his enjoyment. His serpent's tongue slipped inside of my now infernal passage. He toyed with me for days, never once resting. Surely above the ground that held us weeks had passed by the time he grew tired of it. But that was merely because he wished to move on to the next step.

He pulled open my legs and placed himself against my now loosened entrance. The control he exerted over me, the way that he took the pleasures of my body for his own drove my demonic heart into an endless frenzy. I needed him. I yowled into the darkness as he entered me for real. He was still so large that it even caused a creature like myself some pain. He wrapped his powerful arms around me and held me tightly as he thrust into me again and again. My new body had adjusted to the heat of his world, but the hot breath spilling against my neck was impossible to ignore.

Our mating was fast and brutal, but beautiful all the same. The true extent of my beloved Master's love for me was revealing in full. He brought himself to a quick and messy climax, as he pumped by bowels full of his lava. My knotted cock dispensed its own fair share of semen in the process. The entire space was flooded with the light emitted by our shared excretions. My stomach bulged, the carefully etched abs giving way to a belly that made me look eight months pregnant. While an appealing idea - my Master had need of me for other purposes first.

Without removing himself from me, he summoned an iron collar adorned with spikes and attached it to my neck. His hand returned to petting me as I involuntarily growled. It was a deep, guttural sound that excited even myself. To be turned into nothing more than his loyal beast, existing to rut, fuck, corrupt and kill...

His chest rumbled with barely constrained laughter. My Master was as happy as he could be.