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Hellhound Lifts His Tail

For BlazingPelt

By Draconicon

One didn't have to have a dog to enjoy the dog park, and Jake hadn't had one for years. He just liked them, despite the sayings that existed about how cats and dogs were supposed to get along. The dark-furred feline just liked to watch them as they went by, seeing how their owners were so happy, how the dogs were so playful.

It was a way of enjoying the goodness of the animals by osmosis, allowing himself to just take it in without having to worry about whether his own was doing well.

The cat leaned back on his park bench, sighing happily as he crossed one leg over the other, shorts rasping against each other and toes curling in the afternoon breeze. It carried with it a slightly sour smell, something that he blamed on the bubbles that people had been seeing in the lake by the park. Nobody knew where they came from, but they did kinda stink.

Not enough to push people away, though, and the dogs seemed to be as rambunctious as ever, despite the smell.

He leaned back a bit further, trying to relax a bit more. The smell did bother him, but the dogs dancing around and barking and playing were a nice distraction. The cat smiled to himself as a couple of German Shepherds gamboled by, almost falling over each other as they played around. He chuckled, shaking his head -

"Boof."

A sudden bark at his side made him tense up, and he looked down to see where it had come from. He was surprised to find a large black dog looking up at him, eyes a bit red like it hadn't been sleeping well. It wore a collar, but as far as he could see, there was no owner coming by to check on it.

Cocking his head to the side, he turned his legs around, sitting on the corner of the bench rather than the middle. He offered his hand to the hound, got the usual welcoming sniff, and then another bark.

"Boof!"

"What's the matter, huh? You lost your owner?" he asked.

"Boof, boof!"

The dog pushed forward, turning its head a little to the side to expose the collar on its neck. Shrugging, Jake reached for it. Maybe there was a tag or a picture that he could use to find out where the hell the owner was.

As soon as he touched the leather collar, however, it came undone. In fact, it disappeared, falling out of his hands like smoke.

"What the - nnngh!"

Only to reappear around his neck a split second later, pulling tight around his throat. He coughed, grabbing for it as it yanked him right off the bench, throwing him to all fours as if he was the dog instead. He grabbed for the black band, shaking his head repeatedly as he tugged at it, but it refused to come off.

The dog, on the other hand, seemed to be grinning. It reached out with one forepaw, touching the bench, and Jake's eyes went wide as he watched it turn into a furred hand before his eyes.

"Nnngh...how..."

"Heh...Finally."

The dog's voice was deep and hard, something that seemed to echo out from the depths without losing that low-toned intensity. Jake gasped for breath as the collar pulled tighter still, pushing him down, keeping him on his knees as the dog kept transforming, gradually taking on more streaks of red through its coat.

As it pulled itself upright, it took on more and more of a bipedal body, becoming more like the anthros that led the dogs around rather than one of the dogs themselves. It stood on two long, strong legs, and between them was a fat sheath that was already spilling out a red, tapered dick that was throbbing and dripping to the sight. Fumes strong enough to yellow the air rose from his crotch, too, and the first breath of it hit Jake like a truck.

He leaned back, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as his cock twitched. It felt like the scent was a hand reaching down to his crotch and yanking it to hardness, pulling it up and leaving him throbbing, tenting his pants. Every breath of it was hot, a bit sour, a bit spicy. It hit him hard, and kept hitting him with hammerblows of the hot pheromones.

Finally, the dog had turned into something that walked on two legs, a demonic creature. He recognized it from stories as a Hellhound, and he could see it flagging its tail at him, flicking it up and showing off its ass.

"Heh, well, don't be shy," the creature told him. "Get in there, boy."

There was another tug on his collar, yanking him forward as if he was being called by his master, pulled by a leash. He gasped as his cheeks slammed into the ass cheeks, his nose sliding past them and pressing right against the pucker that lay between.

It was a musky, sweaty mess in there, wet and a bit on the slimy side. There was a hotness in there, a spiciness that cut through the sour smells in the air. It was powerful enough to make him stop complaining right then and there, his eyes rolling back in their sockets once more, his body wobbling from side to side as he felt the need build, his pants bulging more and more from the sheer heat of that musk.

Soon, he was oozing pre into his pants, dripping like some pervert that couldn't help himself. Jake tried to pull his hands up, and he even managed to lay them against the dog's ass cheeks, but -

"Now, spread 'em."

And he did, his body under the control of the Hellhound. The collar pulled him forward again, making him kiss that slightly raised hole, making him drag his tongue over it after. The sweat droplets there were the worst of the mess, thankfully, but it forced the smell into his mouth in taste form.

Lick, lick, lick his tongue went, and he couldn't stop it as he groaned and panted against the Hellhound's pucker. One lick, two, three.

There had to be someone watching, he realized, but when he was allowed to pull back, he didn't see anything. Nobody seemed to have realized that the Hellhound had come around, that he was being used as a seat for the big canine, that he was -

"Heh, don't even bother. They're all lost to their own concerns. Besides, that smell you're appreciating is keeping them from seeing the real me. Now, get back in there."

The command was as good as a hand on the back of his head, forcing his nose and muzzle between the cheeks. He dragged his tongue up along the Hellhound's taint, tasting wet fur and sweat and bitterness, but nothing more than that. He groaned every time he had to repeat the humiliating action, knowing that his fur was getting soaked by the Hellhound's scent, knowing that he had to be getting marked by it.

"And a reacharound. Come on, you can't not know how to do this..."

His hand moved, again, by the Hellhound's command rather than his own. It groped about for the rod on the other side, and he blushed as he found himself gripping something that was thicker in the shaft than any of his toys. He squeezed it tightly, running his hand down -

Oh god...

There was the knot, the big, heavy thing that was begging for attention more than the rest of the cock. It was big and swollen, larger than his fist, and he shuddered at the what-if of the Hellhound turning around and fucking him with it.

Oh god...oh god...

Suddenly, ass-eating didn't seem so bad. He redoubled his efforts, sticking his tongue out, dragging it across the dog's hole and then into it. The Hellhound pressed back, and he felt the demon's cock throb against his fingers, showing off how much it enjoyed what he was doing. He thrust his tongue past the rim again, and the Hellhound growled happily.

Oh fuck...this is so...nnngh...

He tried to ignore how much his cock was throbbing as he ate out the demon's ass and gave him a handjob at the same time. Pump, pump, pump he went, dragging his hand up and down that cock, giving it the fastest, firmest strokes he could, all while digging his tongue up that hole. Every lick brought more of that musky bitterness back to his mouth, something that he could barely handle.

He thrust his head forward, burying it deeper between the cheeks, slightly aware of the way that his hips were bucking, how the dog was chuckling, how he was making a total fool of himself. It didn't matter. The smell pulled him forward, his need - fed slightly from the slight grind of his cock against the fabric of his pants - begging for more.

Dragging his head back, he pulled his free hand up, spreading the pucker itself a bit wider so he could lick at the inner walls slightly. The Hellhound grunted, thrusting forward a few times, and he pushed it harder, licking, even sucking on that hole.

"Mmmph...fuck...that's it, mortal, just a little...nngh...nnngh..."

The Hellhound fucked his hand and his face in equal measure, bucking forward into one before grinding back into the other. Forward, back, forward, back, forward -

"Nnnngh!"

And the Hellhound came. Or rather, he supposed, the creature climaxed, because 'cum' was not a good enough word for the flood that came from that cock. It was one blast after another, each one a yellow deluge over the bench, warping it, making it sprout dildos from the wood like flowers from the garden.

The Hellhound slowly pulled forward, allowing Jake some hint of fresh air. There was a stain in his pants, one that was spreading quickly, and he blushed as he realized how he had cum while servicing the canine. The big dog looked down at him, chuckling, fat nuts right in the cat's face.

"So, you can use that mouth well. How about your ass?"

Jake blushed, shaking his head.

"Never done it?"

He shook his head again.

"Well, you're gonna start, bitch. Let's get back to your house...or should I say, my house?"

The End