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Hidden deep within the surrounding murky forest lay the ancient castle that belonged to Tomons, Academy of Sorcery.

Most of the population of The Kingdom of Flaystan would grow up to join the ranks of the army, or to learn specialized trades for the local village. But every now and again some would awaken to the magic that surrounded them, and would go off to Tomons to train prodigious upcoming magic users into becoming full fledged sorcerers.

Only thirty-two would be given the privilege to study at such an institution per year. The Headmaster, Lachlan Wells, was personally in charge of choosing each of the attendees.

Unfortunately, he was the benefactor of significant donations from the pureblood families that founded the school. For decades, only human sorcerers were allowed to attend: the various mythological creatures of the non-human variety were relegated to the forests outside of the kingdom’s influence.

And within Tomons’ walls, within that tiny pool of students, two sorcerers were having a debate.

“I say your eyes are clouded by your own short-sightedness!”

“And I say your moral fiber is corrupted to the core!”

On stage were two of the academy’s most prodigious students: Mark Newman and Alex Harrison, trading barbs.

Alex opened his scrolls and spoke aggressively, brushing his brown messy hair out of his emerald green eyes, “I am saying, Tomons should allow the offspring of humans and magic creatures into its ranks! Magic comes from all different sources and excluding them will only stagnate our craft!”

Mark slammed his fist into the podium. His hair was longer and wavy, the bright blond color illuminated by the light coming from the massive stain-glass window that adorned the lecture hall. Although his eyes were bright blue, they held a deep fury.

“This academy was built for purity! The history of these walls was built by our kingdom’s most prosperous sorcerers, only with their superior pureblooded magic could they have built the strongest network in Flaystan! You suggesting we corrupt it with filthy tainted magic of lower order beings is not only absurd, but a very violation of the divine laws that govern us!”

“And I would retort that you consider anyone who fits your narrow-minded restrictions filthy when we are all guided by the same magics, you cur!” Alex snapped back.

“I am saying you are a degenerate for even considering this!” Mark retorted.

“That is enough, both of you stand down!”

The head of the debate, Elena Baxter, stopped the two before their tempers could flare up even more. The female sorceress adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat.

“Thank you Mr. Newman and Mr. Harrison. Both of your positions have been considered, but Mr. Harrison, you know the rules of who can and cannot attend this academy is decided only by Headmaster Wells. For your next debate I suggest not devolving into petty insults. Debate is dismissed!”

As the rest of the student body gathered their belongings and began to leave, Alex and Mark stood glaring at one another.

“This isn’t over Harrison,” spat Mark with contempt, “I swear on my family’s name that I won’t let you taint the pureblooded legacy of Tomons.”

To his utter infuriation, Alex lifted his nose up, “I don’t expect much of a challenge out of you, Newman. I’m not letting the future of this institution be held back by old-world ideology. The future of sorcery is through the mixing of races and combining our magics.”

“Absolute twaddlecock,” Mark muttered angrily under his breath.

For the last year or so, Alex Harrison and Mark Newman had stood out as the most talented sorcerers in their class, each demonstrating an innate understanding of how magic works and how to wield it. It came easy for Mark, the Newman family was one of the founding families of Tomons, and one of the most gifted in pureblooded magic. Thus their only son had an extraordinary expectation placed on him to be not only a representative of the establishment, but to excel at it as well. For the first year, Mark was indeed the top classman, with the professors commending him as a true example of perfection.

That is, until the day Alex Harrison had arrived at the school.

Unlike Mark, Alex didn’t belong to a powerful family. He had been born into the lowly villages of the kingdom, and his parents were rumored to have affiliation with lower-order beings. He was a nobody, who had come from nowhere. By all means, he should’ve amounted to nothing.

But only a few weeks into the school year, it couldn’t be understated how inherently gifted Alex Harrison was at magic.

Alex had somehow defeated Mark in their first magical duel, in front of the whole student body. During the requisite demonstration exams mid-way through the year, it was apparent that he had also excelled in conjuring, beast taming, and in the elemental tests as well. For his final project, he had created a wondrous display of phoenix flame while Mark was only able to conjure a water fury, and a half-sized one at that.

With that a bitter rivalry between them had formed, one that only grew stronger with each clash of wit and wand. And now it had boiled over on stage: Alex championing for half-breeds and other impure magic to mix into their midst. It was heretical. And for him to lord over him and look down at him like that--it made Mark see red.

Of course, there was one subject that Mark excelled in over Alex: potion making.

That night, the sorcerer stayed up in the library, scrolling through the books and papers on potion making and hellhounds. Studying with fervor, the burning hatred for his rival emblazing his desire to utterly humiliate Alex Harrison was driving his research. After many hours, the sorcerer had crafted the perfect plan. The full moon was to be in exactly one week, if everything went to plan, Mark would finally usurp rival once and for all.

“Disgusting half-breed, how dare he taint the purity of our system with his ridiculous nonsense…if he so wishes to join the beasts down below, I’d say we let him…”

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“Do you have it?” Mark bit his lip nervously. It was two in the morning, and here he was out past curfew.

There was the risk of expulsion, but it was worth it for what he had planned. He had snuck out using a secret passage hidden behind a shelf in the basement, something that was a bit of an open secret to the students if they wished to leave the grounds at night without getting caught.

Astrid Ross, a sorcerer in training who had come from the far east lands, was also known around Tomons as the ‘magical merchant.’ He somehow managed to acquire some of the rarest items in usage for potion brewing or spell weaving and would sell them to the student body for profit.

“Yes I managed to dig this one out from my trunk. I don’t understand why you need a hellhound fang at this time of night,” Astrid said plainly. He pulled out a purple cloth, which had been wrapped around the bony tooth for safety.

Reaching out his hand, Mark accepted the fang and pocketed it into his robe, in exchange he handed over a precious golden wristlet. It was an heirloom of the Newman family, worth much more than its weight in normal gold. Mark would have to eventually come up with an excuse for where it went, but that wasn’t his concern at the moment. Astrid greedily snatched it, studied its contents and once he was satisfied, placed it into his robe.

“So what are you planning on doing with it anyways?” Astrid couldn’t help but let his curiosity get the better of him.

Mark unwrapped the fang from the cloth and stared at it. It glistened pearl white in the moonlight.

“It’s for a potion I’m brewing. I’m going to use it to restore our student body to its glorious model of purity.”

Astrid titled his head, “Are you talking about Alex Harrison? Is this about the debate you two had?”

“I think it's best you don’t know for deniability’s sake.”

To his credit, Astrid was good at remaining impartial, “All right, but be careful--hellhounds are a nasty species. You know their shit is flammable right? Really valuable ingredient, it's just a pain to collect without getting burned. Their fangs also contain a contagious venom, so be extra careful to not prick yourself on it.”

A particularly nasty smile formed across Mark’s face, “I know Astrid, I’ve studied them extensively. And don’t you worry. I have everything under control.”

Astrid shrugged before heading back into the castle. The secret way back in was hidden under a bush, and he had to get back before anyone noticed he was gone.

“I hope you know what you’re doing Newman.”

That night under the full moon, in the corner of the forest outside of the castle walls, Mark had built a magical fire and prepared an iron cauldron for his illegal potion. In went the ingredients, collected discretely over the course of the week, and mixed them together. Through his research, Mark had produced a formula that was a mix of three different kinds of potions, it was something even an advanced potioneer would have to proceed with caution.

Staring at his reflection in the shine of the hellhound fang, Mark dropped it into the bubbling brew. With a bright green flash, the potion let off a cloud of steam that formed into a distorted heart. It was ready.

Having prepared a flask, Mark scooped out his vile creation and carefully slipped it into the moleskin container. Then he extinguished the fire and teleported the cauldron back to its spot in the potion’s chamber.

“Soon Alex you’ll know your place, you filthy animal…”

---

“Hey Alex, great job on your transfiguration demonstration!”

“Yeah, you’re a natural, it took me twelve tries just to turn a rat into a dish!”

“You might be Tomons’ most talented student Alex!”

Alex was surrounded by admirers on the lakeside with three of the most popular sorceresses of the student body, Victoria Ross, Sydney Walker, and Aleksandra Burke. They were doting on him for easily transfiguring a mere goldfish into a dolphin. Their transfiguration professor was also doting on him, and showering him with praise. Alex was acting modest, chatting with everyone about how he was quite easily able to do it. While this was infuriating to Mark, it also meant that his rival wasn’t paying attention to his belongings. It was time to make his move.

While the sorcerer remained distracted, Mark rummaged through Alex’s bag until he found his personal flask. If he prepared the potion correctly, it shouldn’t contain any off-color taste. Inside of the flask contained an herbal tea which many at Tomons used to restore their mana. In one swift motion, Mark had poured a fourth of it out into the grass and added his own potion into the flask. Giving it a quick shake, he placed it back into Alex’s bag and walked away.

“Alright, see you in potions!” Alex waved to a particular attractive female sorcerer as he gathered up his belongings.

From the corner of his eye, Mark could see his rival opening the cap of his flask and chug the tea inside. A wicked grin spread across his face; all he had to do was wait.

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Alex knew something was wrong. Ever since Transfiguration, he had been feeling hot and prickly all over his skin, and his stomach was fluttering as if it were full of jumping beans. Reaching into his bag, he found his flask and took another swig of his tea. It did taste slightly off, he must not have brewed it properly this morning. He also took notice that Mark Newman, sitting a few rows ahead of him, was continuing glancing back at him out of the corner of his eye. There was something about his expression that he didn’t like. His gut rumbled and he considered asking to be excused--there was a pressure building in his stomach and bladder.

His Potions professor, Professor Aarav Shaw, was gliding around the room, watching each of the students like a hawk.

“Mr. Harrison, what seems to be the problem? You’re falling behind the other students.”

Alex rubbed his stomach and let out a breath, “I-It’s nothing Professor, uh, may I ask to be excused to use the lavatory?”

“You should’ve used the facilities before class Mr. Harrison. I encourage you to focus on your assignment.”

He tried to refocus on his potion, adding his powdered moonlight mushroom and stirring counterclockwise. Sweat began to run down his neck and down the back of his robe. The pressure building was becoming painful, and he squirmed in his seat to try and relieve some of it. But no matter what he did, it just kept increasing, going way beyond the tolerable.

Just focus on the potion, focus on the potion, focus on the…

Psssssssshhhh…!

“MR. HARRISON!” Professor Shaw screeched.

Several other students turned their heads to Alex. The front of his robe was soaked, and the unnaturally loud sounds of pissing overtook the normal din of cauldron bubbles. The urine was heavy, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop the flow. It pooled around his ankles, a massive piss stain just as easy to spot even from across the room.

“Is he pissing himself? That’s so gross!” Victoria screeched in disgust.

“I-I’m sorry Professor, I-I just need to…!”

Alex stood up, trying to cover himself with one of his spellbooks, but immediately bent over, clutching his stomach as he knelt in his own urine.

BRRRFFFFTTT!!!

“Ugh, I thought he was more dignified than that!” Sydney had her nose plugged.

A humiliating burst of flatulence nearly flapped his lower robe. Not only was everything coming out of his bladder, but Alex’s guts were trying to expel their contents as well.

FRRRRTT! POOT!

The sorcerer whined as he felt something more solid pushing itself out. His cloth undergarments began to stretch as a solid turd began to pass and fill the space. Alex whined, he wished he could just teleport himself out of this situation.

“Oh my god, is Alex Harrison shitting himself right now?” Aleksandra gagged, utterly appalled.

“Mr. Harrison, please leave this classroom right now and for heaven’s sake try to clean yourself up!” Professor Shaw exclaimed.

Mark immediately stood up, “I’ll take him to his quarters Professor Shaw.”

That was the last thing Alex wanted was to be alone with Mark Newman. But he didn’t have much of a choice. He felt his rival lifting his arm over his shoulder, and the two were making their way towards the door to the classroom. His vision was going hazy, spots forming in the corners of his eyes.

“UGGH!!!”

Alex bent over again, and this time there was no stopping the flow of scat from erupting. The weight he felt in his underwear was heavy, the stones of humiliation settling in as he ruined himself in front of all of his peers. His ears popped, the pressure forcing itself out of them, in a burst of air. Something was happening to them, suddenly he could clearly hear the whispers of disgust at his loss of bowel control.

“GO!” Professor Shaw used magic to slam the door behind them, the last glimpse was the entire rest of the class staring in horror at what had just transpired.

Now waddling, Alex couldn’t see straight. He knew Mark was the one holding him up, as his limbs started to feel like jelly, losing their strength. The hallways were empty, as everyone was in class, and there would be no one to intercept.

“What did you…did you do to me…” Alex managed to hiss out.

“Oh whatever do you mean Alex?” Mark’s tone of voice said it all.

Through the pain and discomfort, Alex’s mind remained clear, “Don’t, urf, play stupid with me Newman. I know you’re jealous of my talent, and you’ve always opposed my ideas for integration!”

The pain surged again, and Alex felt Mark’s grip release and he collapsed to the ground, his palms planted on the cold cobblestone. Something about them didn’t feel right, so he lifted up his right hand and stared.

It was black, his palm was thickening into a canine’s pad. He tried to turn around and grab Mark by the robes, but he couldn’t grip the cloth anymore, his hands wouldn’t form fists.

“What did you do to me, Newman?!”

His breath was becoming more shallow, and sweat was dripping and forming a visible puddle. The warmth from earlier was now erupting into a fire, which was quickly spreading through his entire insides.

“Oh lords…oh lords…”

Trying to steel himself, Alex tried to focus on his breathing. Mark was looming over him, the smug look across his face made Alex want to deck him. He tried to swing his paw, but Mark easily blocked it and pulled his arm behind his back.

“It’s a shame you had to be such a bitch, but that’s all you’re good for, Harrison.”

Alex struggled and tried to escape. His nails were growing, going darker and sharper, he could feel them extending out of his fingers.

“W-What the hell is happening to me?!” he managed to gasp out.

Mark managed to flip Alex over, sending him onto his back with a painful thump.

“Oh what’s the matter?” Mark taunted, “Feeling the heat? It should, since I slipped you a special transformation potion I brewed.”

Alex snarled from the floor, “You did w-what?! By all the lords what’s wrong with—aaaaaggh!”

The fire was raging out of control, Alex’s robes were retaining the awful heat. The claws were growing on both of his hands, and in one feral swipe, he tore his uniform off his body. His shredded robes fell to the ground in tatters, leaving the sorcerer naked save only for his undershirt along with his shit and piss ruined underwear clinging to his body, the bulge swaying behind his ass. It felt as if they had grown in size as well, now hanging loosely off his figure,

He felt Mark grabbing the back of his neck, “Of course that’s not the only special ingredient I spiked into your tea. But you’ll just have to wait to experience every nasty surprise I have in store for you!”

Now the sorcerer was yanking on him, dragging him down the hall, “Come dog, let’s get you to the facilities!”

Alex was forced to waddle on all fours, his ass up and displayed his soiled underwear as his rival pulled him across the hallway, leaving a smelly brown streak across the hallway floor. The fire under his skin was still searing, flames licking all of his muscles. It looked like white smoke was pouring from the pores. Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t smoke--it was fur.

Mark cast a spell on the bathroom door, and it flung open. Grabbing the scruff of Alex’s neck, he tossed his rival into the room before magically slamming the door shut and casting a locking spell on it. Now nobody could interfere or stop what was happening.

All Alex could do was try and crawl to the toilet bowl, but the searing fire surged again, and he doubled up into a ball. The white fur was spreading all the way down his arms, covering his pale skin. His breathing was getting heavier, his tongue widening and flattening out. When he tried to speak, it flopped out on its own, hanging there uselessly. He crawled slowly to the toilets, and with each inch the fire was surging wherever the fur grew, like a burning line of embers in a forest fire.

Gripping the sides of the bowl, Alex emptied his stomach into it. While puking, it felt as if his face was pushing itself out alongside the vomit, the muscles stretching hard and causing painful cramping.

“Lords! Make the pain stop!” he gasped out.

Gasping for air and spitting the sour taste out of his mouth, he flushed the mess away, only to stare at his reflection in the renewed water. His emerald eyes were watering, and when he let the tears fall, he saw them cloud over in a bloodish red. His short nose had turned black its shape squishing and flattening into a canine’s. It now jutted inches away from his face in a newly formed snout. His ears were pointed straight up, dark gray fur crested along the tips. His shaggy brown hair had grayed out completely, flowing down his head like a mane, like a woman’s bangs.

It was the face of a hellhound. He recognized it from his textbook on magical beings.

Before Alex could even process this, he felt a rough hand shoving his face back into the toilet. Mark was now standing over him, forcing his snout into the water.

“There was this funny rumor I heard about you when you first stepped into this academy,” Mark weedled, barely able to hide his sadistic glee, “I had to just look into it, and what I discovered was rich. Your family came from a group of werewolf fuckers. The Harrison clan is a group of disgusting half-breeds! In fact, the reason the potion is even working this well is because your blood is tainted by the unclean.”

Mark pulled Alex’s head out of the toilet and snarled into his ear.

“You’re not worthy of being part of this school, you’re not even worthy of being classified amongst us human beings!”

Alex struggled to get air, before his mouth filled with another terribly awful burning sensation. He spat out into the bowl, and four pearly white teeth clunked to the bottom, along with a spattering of fresh blood. A searing burning began to run through the holes and when he ran his tongue along his canines, they were all missing, the rusty taste of iron was overpowering. Searing heat sizzled from the holes, and he howled in pain.

“Ha, those must be your new fangs growing in, like a baby pup…” Mark observed, releasing his grip from the back of Alex’s head.

The pain where the teeth had fallen out was increasing, like something was trying to escape from under his gums. Looking back into the toilet to stare at his reflection, he opened his snout to see what was happening. He let out a panicked howl as white fangs began to emerge. They were pure pearl white, and unbeknownst to him, the same color as the fang used in the potion.

There was no way for Alex to fight back at this point. The nausea and overwhelming heat burning inside of him was consuming everything inside of him. His stomach was still hurting, its contents bubbling and boiling like the potions they were brewing. Was he losing weight? His undershirt was becoming looser and his soiled underwear band was threatening to slip off. Something was going on with his hips: they were becoming wider, as if he were being squeezed in his middle. His body was taking on an hourglass shape, his midsection shrinking inversely proportional to the expansion of his thighs and ass.

“Ah perfect, the fat of your body is going straight to your hips where it belongs!” Mark taunted.

With her new hips, Alex couldn’t help but shake his ass to relieve the discomfort. His ruined underwear began to stretch out as a new development began to grow from his tailbone. A long, gray and white tail that seemed to materialize out of his spinal cord. The fabric tore away from his body as the appendage extended. Finally, his underwear snapped and everything slopped to the floor. Now totally naked, Alex’s butt had turned ashen as well, dark gray fur spreading out from his cheeks and rapidly growing down his legs, mooning Mark.

To his rival, Alex looked like he was wearing a gray furry sight of women’s tights. His cock and balls were being pinched and compressed, causing the hound more distress. Mark couldn’t keep his face in check. The next part of his potion would be kicking in any moment now.

Alex clutched his stomach and spread his legs out. An especially hot surge made its way down to his ass, and before he could stop himself it all came out in a giant blast.

FRRRTTTTTTTFWOOOOOOOOOOSH!

Mark had to jump out of the way as a blast of hellfire exploded out of Alex’s ass, incinerating his underwear and the soiled shit it held, leaving a black streak on the floor.

“HNNRRRAARRROOO!”

Alex let out a howl as he tried to climb up onto the toilet seat and sit down. His ass wouldn’t fit on the seat and his whole body felt wrong and uncomfortable.

“Animals don’t use the toilet!” Mark had whipped out his wand and casted a jinx.

Like a bucking bronco, the hellhound was thrown off of the toilet and he landed on all fours on the bathroom floor. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, and with a humiliated howl, Alex spread his legs apart and lifted his tail.

FRRrtT! Pppllbt! SPLAT!

“AaaahhhhHhhrooooo…!”

The logs of shit excreting from Alex’s ass was not only long and chunky, but actually flaming. He howled in painful discomfort, his entire hole burning with unholy fire. Even Mark seemed to wince, but only for a moment.

The shit splattered into a pile onto the floor, where it smoldered, leaving a burn mark in the stone. In the haze, he remembered from his texts that fresh Hellhound shit was known to be flammable, used in many fire weaving potions and spells.

“Burrrrrnnnssssssss…!” Alex managed to get out, spreading his new legs apart. He felt as if he should be taller, but now he couldn’t stand up anymore. His position was awkward and uncomfortable as his new ass and hips swayed while he kept dropping more flaming shit, creating a sizzling pile on the stones.

“Of course it burns, it’s the stinking shit of your kind! How many forests have been burned due to rogue beasts just shitting wherever they please? Although, I am quite impressed with myself with how well the laxative effect of my potion is working, dare I say, no other sorcerer, especially one of tainted magic, could have pulled off such a feat!”

“Y-Yourrroooo…mooonnnssttterrr…” Alex’s voice was becoming gruffer, but somehow higher in pitch.

“What’s that? I can’t understand you, dog.”

“Yoou’re…raaaa…naaaaht better thaaaan…meeee…” Alex howled out. The transformation was sapping his ability to talk, and for some reason he couldn’t stand up to attack his tormentor.

Mark gave off a nasty smirk, before bending over spanking the hellhound’s buttcheek, making the canine yelp.

“Not only am I the better sorcerer, but compared to you, I will be the superior being. Especially since the final part of my potion should be kicking in right now.”

Even though the pile of shit was beginning to smolder out, Alex still hadn’t gotten relief. His bladder was becoming quite full, and his leg instantly lifted up.

“AAAHHHhhhhHAHHAAA!”

Hellhound piss thankfully wasn’t on fire like their shit was, but the flow was still heavy. The musky yellow fluid put out the smoldering shit, the burnt urine leaving a disgusting burnt odor that quickly filled the bathroom with acrid smoke. Alex let his new, longer tongue hang out as he panted in relief. But the strange sensation in his cock wasn’t going away--in fact, it was getting stronger and more pronounced.

“Hnnngggghhhh!”

With his new body, Alex looked in between his legs to see what was going on. While his cock was generally still the same, white fur began to rapidly engulf his sheath. Another spurt of piss squirted out and dripped onto the blackened shit pile. But the tingling increased again, and the hellhound stared in horror as his dick seemed to recede into itself.

“Nooooooo! Maark! What did you dooo?”

His rival sneered, “Not only have I taken your position as the best sorcerer, and your humanity away, but I’ve taken your manhood as well. You’ll have no pride left, Harrison!”

Not only was his dick shrinking, but his nipples, concealed under his fur, were also tingling with the magic. His nipples were tingling harder, and it felt as if someone was inflating balloons under his pecs. Whimpering, a pair of perky breasts arose from his chest, his nipples graying out and expanding, feeling as if they were little candle flames on his body. Alex Harrison was becoming a girl, he knew it, they had studied potions that could shift one's biological sex.

“Ah, a success! And don’t count on it being temporary, I studied the perfect way to keep the potion’s effects into becoming permanent. That’s what separates me from you--my purity allows my magic to reshape the world!”

Alex wasn’t listening to Mark’s gloating, he had collapsed onto his back, spreading his legs apart and reaching down to try and somehow pull his dick out again. But when he tried to grip his former member, it seemed to retreat faster, slipping away like a worm retreating into the dirt. In its place, a new slit opened up, and now there was a different heat emanating from the hellhound.

“Aaaaahhh~”

Unlike the groans of pain he had from the fire before, this set of flames was entirely contained in his, no, her new groin. Alexa couldn’t think straight--his mind was fogging over with the fire of desire. She was male, she was a human! And Mark was her master, no he was her enemy, no, his enemy! The hellhound struggled to retain her focus and clutched her head, digging her claws into her scalp and making it bleed.

“I-I’ll aaaahhrrroo…m-maake…yooou paaaay…Maaaarrrrrsssstttteeeeerrrr…!”

She nearly bit her tongue: the word had come out on its own accord.

Mark cackled, reveling in his victory. “Yes! Say it again Alex, or should I refer to you now as Alexa? I am your master. From now on you shall only serve me, and the Newmans family. We pure blooded sorcerers own animals like you!”

He did take a second to sniff the atmosphere. Alexa’s smoldering shit and musky piss was making the room reek heavily with acrid odors.

“Still, I can’t have you serve me when you’re so disgusting. Let’s get you clean first, dog!”

A spray of water shot out and doused Alexa. The water put out the smoking feces and washed away the filth from the hellhound's body. Now she was naked, soaked, and whimpering in the corner of the bathroom.

At that moment, someone loudly knocked against the door.

“Hello? Are you in there Alex? Professor Shaw sent me to look for you. Why is this door locked?”

Alex recognized the voice, it was Oliver Fox, a scrawny and nervous ginger-haired student who admired him greatly. He had often tutored him in Defensive spellcasting, and had engaged in pleasant conversations with him over lunch. The thought of a potential protege seeing him like this, transformed into a female hellhound, was almost too much to bear.

“AAHHHLLLVVEERRR…” It was no use, her own voice was no more, replaced by an inhuman howl.

Mark grinned wide as he whipped out his wand and flicked the bathroom door open. His face instantly switched from malice to feigned terror.

“Oliver! It’s Alex Harrison! It turns out he’s been a secret hellhound this whole time, and his disguise is collapsing! Go, warn the rest of the student body while I fend him off!”

Alex opened his maw to try and defend himself, but staring into Oliver’s terrified hazel eyes made him instantly look down in shame.

The ginger-hair boy stammered, “Alex?! A hellhound?! B-But, h-he…oh my lords…do you need help Mark?”

There was a very subtle glint in his rival’s eyes, and only Alex was able to sense his utter relish in his superiority underneath the facade.

“Just go, tell all of the students that Alex Harrison is really a hellhound! I’m the most capable of handling this situation, I’ll drive him out!”

Oliver quickly nodded and bolted from the bathroom door. Mark turned his head towards his victim, who was panting and looking quite vulnerable, still wet from the improvised bath. Only her undershirt dangled from her torso to indicate that she was ever human in the first place.

“There is one last thing to do before I toss you out of this academy to join the filthy beasts outside. To show everyone once and for all that the Newmans are not only the rulers of Tomons, but Flaystan itself. I’m going to finally prove that I am and always have been better than you.”

Mark whipped out his wand and chanted the words for a teleportation spell. Alexa’s blood-red eyes widened as the bathroom morphed and warped. She looked around and instantly recognized it as the debate hall, where she and Mark had passionately debated a mere week ago. Alexa was privately impressed, she herself struggled a little with teleportation magic, and here Mark was able to do two people at the same time like clockwork.

Now her rival towered over her. Every part of Alexa wanted to strike back, to attack Mark for everything he put her through. But that was quickly being overtaken by a rapidly increasing sexual desire. She felt a wetness where her penis once was, and her tongue lolled out as she panted lustfully.

“F-Fuuccckk you…Maaaarrrkkk…” she tried to speak again, struggling through her thickened vocal chords. Her body immediately tensed with shame, she wanted to immediately apologize and beg for his forgiveness.

No! He turned me into this beast! I can’t let him control me!

But he’ll take care of me! He’s the master! I must please him!

“I reckon in just under ten minutes the whole school will be hunting for you,” Mark exclaimed as he stripped his robes off, letting them fall to the stage floor, “I’ve bought a few minutes by taking us here.”

Mark stood naked above his prize, cock straight and erect, as if it were a wand and he was going to cast another spell on her. How the hellhound wanted to wag her tail so badly, but she fought off the urge as best as she could.

“F-FFFuuuucccccckkk…” Alexa couldn’t stop the next words from coming out, “...mmeee Maaaaassster!”

“That’s right! I am your master, and you are nothing but a filthy animal! And before I expel you from this school, I am going to fill you with my seed, and you’ll have to live the rest of your life knowing that you have Newman sperm inside of you. Your last vestige of pureblood magic, forever entrapped in your womb.”

Mark’s words were so cruel, but to Alexa, they were the hottest thing anyone has ever said to her. She laid on the wooden stage, spreading her legs and letting her new clit feel the cool air. With that, Mark pounced onto her body and plunged his cock into her hellhound vagina.

“ARRROOOOO!!!” Alexa howled in rapture. It felt so fucking good, everything that led up to it melted away from her consciousness.

Mark placed his hands against the sides of her head, she was so wet that he didn’t even need lube. The sorcerer was surprisingly good at sex, his thrusts were rhythmic and his cock was long enough to be hitting all of her new G-spots.

“Always wanted to fuck you over…Harrison…you fucking…beast…”

Alexa took this to mean that her master wanted her to act more wild. She began to thrust back, the weight of her body slamming into Mark’s groin and balls, howling and gripping his sides to pull him in closer.

“W-Whoa! Your claws are sharp!” Mark exclaimed, beginning to wince with discomfort, “Keep them under control or I’ll declaw you myself!”

“Yesss maaaster…” Alexa moaned.

The hellhound was really on it now, she pulled his face into her furry chest and smothered him in her breasts. Her legs wrapped around his thighs and butt as she forced as much of his cock into her as could fit. Mark was yelping and struggling, trying to escape the clutches of Alexa as her grip grew tighter. A cold sweat began to run down his back as he started to lose control of the situation, maybe fucking a hellhound wasn’t the greatest idea after all.

“Fucking--! Harrison! Let me go!” his face was pushed into her buxom breasts again, struggling to breathe through the furred flesh.

In one shift motion, Alexa had taken control from Mark. She was the one who was thrusting harder, pumping the human’s cock with such vigor that it was almost starting to hurt. He couldn’t pull out--his plan was to fuck her quickly and then leave her there to be thrown out by the angry mob he had commanded Oliver to form. If they found him fucking Alexa…it would be just as bad.

“Alexa! Heel! Fucking stop, you bitch!” He looked into her eyes, the red was shimmering with lust and desire. She rocked over his cock more, showing no signs of slowing down.

“I neeed mooooore maaaaaster!” Alexa howled. She opened her mouth, revealing her new pearly white fangs. Mark had one second to realize what was about to happen before the hellhound swiftly bit down on his neck.

“OW! FUCK!”

Mark felt warm liquid running down and he saw red droplets drip onto Alexa’s white fur. It was his blood. Alexa was wagging her tail, looking up at him as if she expected praise for her love bite. The sorcerer was able to get his hand over the bite mark--it wasn’t too deep thankfully. He motioned to pull out and grab his wand from his discarded robes and underclothes.

“Fucking animal, the moment I get my wand I’m going to--”

Something was wrong, he could tell. Mark tried to pull out of Alexa, but it felt as if his penis had thickened to nearly twice its girth. He grunted as he tried again, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Oh fuck, oohh fuck, noooaaargh!”

The bite mark on his neck was starting to burn. Like the delayed reaction from eating a spicy pepper, a fire seemed to spark from where Alexa had sunk her fangs in. In a despairing moment of clarity, Mark recalled the words Astrid had spoken when handing over the hellhound fang he had used for his potion.

Their fangs also contain a contagious venom, so be extra careful to not prick yourself on it.

“S-Shit! Shit…ahhh…aahhhh!”

The fire was searing his neck, the flames burning underneath his skin and causing Mark to yelp with pain. His cock was throbbing inside Alexa’s cunt, and when he looked down at his groin, he saw it.

Fur, the color of gray ash. It was rapidly growing across his entire lower pelvis. When Mark tried to pull his cock out of the hellhound, for the briefest second, his one skin-toned penis was now a deep crimson red. Based on what he knew about canine antimony, he realized that he couldn’t pull out before he was knotted to Alexa. His scrotum was furring over, morphing into a sheath.

“Whaaat’s wrong, Master?” the hellhound’s voice was no longer gruff and inhuman, he could hear it with clarity.

From where she had bitten him, the fur was rapidly spreading out across his skin, as if the bite had been a lit match and Mark was the dry kindling. The fur rapidly covered his torso,the ash gray color making it seem as if he had been burnt to cinders.

“No! This isn’t supposed to happen to me! I’m a pure blooded sorcerer! I’m a Newman!”

Alexa could only watch as her rival rapidly began to change before her eyes. Mark’s long blonde hair was falling out, his scalp replacing it with the ashen fur. His ears were pointing up, jet-black fur adorning their tips. His crystal blue eyes darkened, turning purple, before shading into a deep red. Black fur grew against his broad shoulders, which extended down his arms and hips. His fingers grew into wicked canine claws, digging into the wood of the debate stage as Mark spread his legs out—they had also been covered in the black fur to contrast with the ash gray.

As she watched Mark transform right before her eyes, with them being such close proximity, she was privy to every detail of his change. Alexa couldn’t stop herself from smiling wide, showing off all of her teeth. The hellhound was feeling utterly vindicated, despite the fact Mark was still inside of her.

“So, it isn’t much fun when you’re on the receiving end huh?” Her tone of voice was taunting, and mentally sound.

Mark gasped in shock, Alexa was no longer talking in canine growls, but with a voice that was clear as day, and she seemed to break free of the submission he had her under earlier.

“What the—how are you lucid? My potion should’ve made you into a subservient bitch, RRAAAAHHH!!!”

“Well it must have only made me subservient to humans, but you’re not a human anymore!” Alexa smarmed back, eagerly awaiting the next round of changes.

Mark’s face was contorting, his jaw stretching inches away. His stubby nose darkened, becoming a snout. He opened his mouth to take in air, and his pink tongue changed to an ebony black as well.

“I’m more human that…AGH MY TEETH!”

Opening his mouth, just like Alexa had before, Mark’s canines were falling out, and the teeth plopped onto the stage with tiny clunks. He desperately flicked at the holes with his black tongue, tasting only rusty iron of blood at first.

“Heh, you’re like a baby teething,” Alexa crooned, “Nice and pearly fangs!”

Stewing in misery, new teeth painfully emerged from his gums, ripping through the soft pink flesh to grow into vicious fangs. Mark howled, both in pain and in humiliation. He was nearly unrecognizable now, losing nearly all of his human features, morphed into a male hellhound. But Mark’s troubles were far from over, as his stomach began to gurgle incessantly and he whimpered.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I think I’m gonna—!”

FRRRLLLBBBTTTT FWOOOOOSH!

Mark’s ass lifted high and he farted, and with that came a tremendous plume of fire that shot out of his ass, as if he had cast a fire conjuring spell with his butt. When the fire died down, the final part of his new body had grown out: a striped gray and black tail. He stared at it, and swished it. He had a tail. He had a tail!

The ball of flames Mark had farted struck the wooden podium where he had stood a week ago, setting it ablaze.

“Aaaaaagggh!!!”

Mark’s agony was not yet over, as his stomach grumbled and churned. He spread his legs apart again, and Alexa quickly moved her own tail out of the way of the incoming pile.

“It burns! Oh fucking lords I didn’t know how much it burns!”

The hellhound was certainly going through hell, as flaming logs of shit excreted out of his ass, plopping to the stage in a red-hot glowing pile.

Alexa chortled, “I think you made a bigger mess than I did!”

FRERTTTTTTRRT!!!

Another ball of flame shot out from under Mark’s tail, and he strained and huffed as he shat out more burning feces. Alexa grinned as she began to thrust again, causing Mark to yelp and yip in discomfort. He was breathing heavily, having experienced the painful defecation he had subjected Alexa too.

“Seems like you can’t take the heat,” she replied, relishing in the delicious irony, “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before making that potion…”

There was no anger in Mark’s voice. There was only despair as he quavered on the verge of tears.

“This can’t…I’m a Newman…I’m supposed to be the best. My family will disown me when they find out I’ve become a disgusting beast…hellhound curses are incurable…I’ll be stuck like this forever. My legacy, my lineage, it’s all gone…I can’t believe I threw it all away for nothing.”

For the first time since this whole debacle began, Alexa felt sorry for Mark. Sure, he had unwillingly transformed her into a hellhound, but she had never truly bothered to question why he had been so ardent on blood purity. In a way, Mark had gotten exactly what he had deserved.

Alexa wasn’t entirely sure if it was the potion’s lingering effects, but she found herself fixating on Mark’s new hellhound body. It was very attractive, every inch of his form was perfect, from his black and ash fur to his blood-red eyes. The lustful heat flared up again, surrounding Mark’s swollen canine cock.

Mark yipped as he felt Alexa’s walls clamping down on his member and trying to get him to cum. His despairing whimpers gave way to lustful moaning.

“I’m not happy you’ve condemned us both to this fate Newman,” Alexa spoke softly, “But we’re both in this mess together, and you promised to fill me with your seed~”

Part of Mark Newman’s former human mind was still there: the angry and vicious part who saw Alex Harrison as his rival and wanting to tear him limb from limb. There was something else in the air: not only the smoke from the burning lectern and stage, but a different kind of smell.

Pheromones. Of course she was in heat, he had designed her to be. But it was different now. Alexa Harrison was there, he was inside her. She was a female in heat. And he was a male hellhound, he needed to breed her, it was his duty. No longer fucking her for domination, he was fucking her because she needed to be. She would carry his offspring and continue their lineage.

Words he’d never thought he say tumbled out, “Anything for my lovely mate~”

The two began to fuck in earnest once again. This time instead of trying to degrade Alexa, Mark thrusted with passion, trying to make her feel good. The two stared into each other’s eyes, their icy bitter rivalry melting away.

“I am yours.”

“And I am yours.”

“Now take me!”

It was then the two locked muzzles and began to aggressively make out, still riding one another. The hellhounds both rolled forward, away from Mark’s smoldering shit pile and the burning lectern. The searing hatred both felt for one another had been transformed into a fiery unconditional and undying passion. They rolled together on stage, still knotted to one another, kissing and growling and losing themselves. Mark howled in rapture as he came inside of Alexa, his canine cock flooding her womb with his seed, to give her all of it as he promised.

“YES! I LOVE YOU, ALEXA!” Mark’s voice echoed through the hall.

“I LOVE YOU, MARK!” Alexa’s body shuddered as she accepted his cum, his fire adding to hers.

That was when the doors to the debate hall burst open, the entire student body of Tomons, led by Elena Baxter. They immediately noticed the fires on stage, and worst of all--two Hellhounds engaging in sexual conduct.

“It’s Alex! And a second hellhound!” Elena shouted out in surprise.

Mark almost regained some of his senses, looking over to the horrified faces of his fellow peers.

“It’s me! Mark Newman!” he tried to cry out. Even though he could understand his own voice and Alexa’s, he knew that humans could only hear inhumane howls and barks.

The mob’s tone quickly shifted from fear into anger as they took in the sight of it.

“It’s Alex Harrison! He’s turned Mark into a hellhound!” Oliver pointed accusingly.

“And they’re having sex?! Oh my god, that is so disgusting! Mark Newman is a degenerate!” Victoria wailed.

“How dare they enter our school and try to corrupt us!” Sydney cried out.

“Beasts have no place in Tomons! After them!” Aleksandra rallied.

For a moment, Mark locked eyes with Astrid Ross, who was standing towards the back. He looked guilty, for only he knew what must have truly happened. As for everyone else, they all whipped out their wands and began to fire jinxes at them.

“Alexa! We need to run!” Mark growled urgently. His cock managed to soften up and he pulled immediately out.

The female hellhound, still laying on her back, lifted up her legs and quickly pointed her ass at the crowd.

FRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBLLLTLTTTT! FWWWOOOOSH!

Another hot stream of fire expelled out of her ass. Not only did it force everyone to back away to avoid getting burned, but the smell disoriented them enough to give them the opening that they needed. Mark grabbed the remains of the lectern, which had been burnt down to its metal base. He was surprised that he didn’t feel any pain from the searing hot metal, but regardless he threw it at the stain-glass window.

CRASH!

The window shattered with a thunderous apocalyptic shower of colored glass rained down. Mark swiftly collected his wand in his teeth before he grabbed Alexa’s paw. The two leapt out of the window before the other students could recover from the hellhound’s fart. Thankfully, the debate hall was on the first floor, so the two easily tumbled into the grass and took off for the woods.

“We will hunt you down, beasts!” Elena warned from the window, “The entire school won’t stop until you two are slain for ruining the sanctity of Tomons!”

The two hellhounds didn’t stop running until the school was long behind them, their new enhanced senses of smell and hearing showing them exactly where to go. Even with his new paws, Mark could still cast magic and he used it to clear the vines and brush that got in their way. The forest was known to be the home to the lesser beings, and Alexa and Mark could smell nearly every creature who had been forced to live in these barren wilds. They were outcasted, mere inhuman beasts, never to again rejoin human society.

“Over here Alexa, I smell something!” Mark called out to his partner.

Alexa smelled it too; burning cinder and musky fur. Mark swiped away the brush with his wand and saw what lay before them.

It was a pack of fellow hellhounds, more specifically it was two males and two females. They were huddled around a blazing fire, which upon closer inspection consisted of piles of their shit. There were four adults, their fur scruffed, ears torn, and bodies adorned with scars.

“Who are you?!” the biggest one of them snarled. He was nearly a foot taller than both Mark and Alexa, his larger muscular torso easily dwarfing either of them.

“Ritcher, calm down, they’re one of us,” the female next to him stated, gripping his arm.

“Sharna. They smell like humans. They may look like us, but they reek of humanity.” Ritcher bore his teeth and extended his claws.

“Look! They hold a wand! A sign of sorcery!” the other male pointed out.

The hellhound stood up and took an aggressive stand, his body wasn’t as muscular, but his fur was a dark black, and his red eyes shone with hatred. “The sorcerers chased us into these woods! Slaughtered our kind! If they have anything to do with humans I will tear their throats out!”

For the first time in his life Mark Newman had no idea what to say. All of his usual candor and charm had faded away with his human body. He was paralyzed as he stared up at the body of the alpha hellhound, and he raised his wand to try to cast a spell in defense.

“Stop!”

The wand was swiped from Mark’s paw. Alexa now wielded it, and she held it in resolution.

”My name is Alexa Harrison. This is my partner Mark Newcastle, and we are with the Harrison clan.”

Mark looked at Alexa. She was standing firm, even with her naked female bodice she exhumed the confidence he had as a sorcerer. It was also extremely clever of her to have disguised his last name--the Newman family was infamous at this point.

The other female looked up from the fire, “Harrison? You’re a Harrison?”

Alexa nodded, “My parents, Margo and Hugh Harrison, created a link between humans and the were-beings here in Flaystan. I had tried to infiltrate the Academy to enact change from within, but I sadly failed.”

Her ears went down. Mark knew that this was all of his fault. He had been so blinded by his lineage and his pureblooded ideology that he never saw the harm he had been causing.

The second female stood up and placed her paw on Alexa’s shoulder, “Here, sit down. Any friend of the Harrison clan is a friend of ours.”

As the six gathered close to the fire, the four hellhounds introduced themselves. The alpha, Ritcher, introduced Sharna as his mate. The other pair were named Calyx and Ambrosia, who were mated as well.

“We were trying to start a family,” Ambrosia rubbed her stomach, “But sorcerer hunters chased us out of our dens. There used to be more in our pack, we’re the only survivors of their massacre.”

She gripped Calyx’s paw, sniffling. He pulled her in and licked her shoulder in comfort. It was only now did Mark realize that Ambrosia was missing her upper right fang. A lump of guilt formed in his throat, he couldn’t be a hundred percent sure that the fang that Astrid acquired for his ill-fated potion didn’t come from her.

“It’s all because of that damn academy!” Ritcher snarled, “Those humans keep claiming our land, forbid us from entering their sacred castle, and treat us like lower-order scum!”

“Where did you two come from?” Sharna asked gently.

Mark looked over at Alexa, and she covered it.

“Mark is a friend of mine…we’ve recently become mates. I was posing as a human and learned magic at Tomons. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t convince the student body to accept other species.”

“That’s typical,” Ritcher growled, “Those pureblood maniacs will never accept us. Especially with the Newman and Gordon families at the helm of that goddamn school.”

“We’ll never be safe as long as that castle sits on that hill,” Sharna mulled sadly, rubbing her stomach, “I’m not sure if the hellhound species can recover from the hunts we’ve been subjected to. I fear for the future generation.”

Something inside of Mark clicked into place. All of his life, he only cared about himself, his family’s name, his legacy, and his place. But everything has changed, he wasn’t a human anymore, his sworn enemy was now his mate, and for the first time he could see clearly what he had to do. He stood up, taking the same stance he had used in the debate.

“We know magic. Alexa wasn’t the only one who studied at Tomons--I have to. In fact, we were the best two students there. We may be hellhounds now, but we’re far stronger now than we were as humans!”

Now that he had the attention of the other five, Mark gained more confidence as he continued his speech.

“My last name is not Newcastle. I am Mark Newman. I am the only son of the prestigious Newman family.”

He felt the air immediately tense up as everyone’s fur stood on end, so he quickly pivoted.

“But I have changed. Both physically and spiritually. I was the victim of my own blind hubris. But my mate has shown me the true power of mixed magic, and I say, if Tomons won’t accept us willingly, we’ll make them!”

And with that, Mark laid out what he had in mind. The six hellhounds talked long past sunset and into the night. Everything was going to fall into place.

---

It was the witching hour. Although the full moon was the night prior, the light it gave off was still bright enough for the six hellhounds to navigate, alongside their sense of smell.

“The secret entrance is here,” Mark pointed out the bush.

The bush rustled, and the pack all froze in place. From the passage emerged Astrid Ross, who had most likely snuck out to meet his distributor. The student dusted himself off before freezing at the sight of six hellhounds all staring at him.

“M-Mark? A-Alex? Is that you?” he stammered in shock.

Mark swiftly grabbed Astrid by the robe and held him to his face, “Run Astrid. Run as far from this castle as you can. Do not come back.”

He let him go. Astrid took one look at the six leering faces before he bolted off into the woods. Once he was gone, Mark led the pack through the tunnel and back into the school. There was a protective barrier in place that kept non-humans out, but Mark knew a displacement spell, and he was able to break a big enough hole in the barrier for them to all pass through.

“The student dorms are this way,” Alexa pointed out to the ornate staircase.

The six hellhounds skulked through the halls of the castle. Thankfully nobody was up at this hour, and they used their noses to detect anyone who might be out at night.

“I never thought we could ever be inside of Tomons,” Sharna marveled at the architecture.

“Wait! I sense someone,” Alexa motioned for them to stop.

The pack quickly took cover in an empty room as the shadow of a figure approached. It was their potions master, Professor Shaw. Alexa took her chance and stepped out.

“Who goes there?” he barked, whipping his wand out in defense.

The hellhound stepped into the light, “Hello Professor. It’s Alex Harrison, but I go by Alexa now. You should’ve let me use the facilities earlier.”

Professor Shaw was so shocked by the appearance of his former student, he let his guard down just enough. Mark leapt out from the shadows and cast a paralytic spell with his wand. The Professor froze up, landing on his back, stiffened and eyes widened.

Mark knelt down, “I’m sorry about this Professor. I really enjoyed your Potions lessons.”

He opened his mouth and bit Professor Shaw’s neck. Not deep enough to cause him to bleed to death, but enough so his fangs sunk an inch into the flesh. The older man’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, body twitching even under the effects of the binding spell. Already, signs of transformation began as gray fur blossomed from the neck bite, and his face began to morph and contort into a canine’s. Alexa’s nose twitched as a fart escaped from his robes. Alexa confiscated his wand.

“Come on, we need to make it to the dorms before someone discovers this.”

Mark, Alexa, Ritcher, Sharna, Calyx and Ambrosia left Professor Shaw on the ground and crept up the stairs, past the ruined debate hall, past the closed off bathroom where Alexa had transformed, and finally into the student dormitory.

The student body of Tomons were all asleep in their cots, blissfully unaware of the looming threat. The pack all nodded, Alexa and Mark taking their places, before all six let off a piercing howl.

“WAKE UP STUDENTS OF TOMONS, YOUR DAY OF RECKONING IS HERE!” Ritcher boomed.

The hellhounds had precisely twenty seconds to enact their plan. As the sorcerers were brutally awakened from their sleep, many too groggy to put on their glasses, let alone reach for their wands, the pack jumped into action.

Alexa and Ambrosia took to a side of the dorm, lifting their tails high and spreading their legs.

PHBBBBBBLLLLLLLTTTTTT!!!!

Fiery flatulence burst from their backsides, engulfing the room in hellfire. Alexa whipped out Professor Shaw’s wand and took control of the flames, creating a swirling vortex that trapped the students inside. Shrieks and screams of confusion amongst the pandemonium were drowned out by the fierce roars and snarls of the pack. With their trap set, Ritcher, Calyx, and Sharna all sprung into action.

“OW!”

“AHHH!”

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?!”

One by one, each of the hellhounds pounced onto the confused and disoriented students and delivered a swift bite to their necks. With the fire and heat blinding them, nobody was able to defend themselves or find their wands to cast counterspells. It took less than a minute, but all twenty-nine of the remaining students had been bitten.

“We’re under attack!” Oliver Fox cried out, holding his hand to his neck to try and cover the bite mark that Calyx had delivered.

“AGH! IT BURNS!” wailed Aleksandra as she crumpled into a ball.

The transformation was just beginning, as the cries of pain swiftly gave way to sounds of flatulence as the doomed students began to puff out gas from their bowels. Gray, black and white fur was already beginning to spread from the puncture wounds. It wouldn’t be long now.

“Come on, we need to make it back before the Professors--”

Before they could make their escape, the door to the dormitory was magically cast open. It was the headmaster, Lachlan Wells. Behind him were the other professors, all staring terrified at the scene.

“HELLHOUNDS! THEY HAVE INVADED OUR SCHOOL AND STOLEN OUR MAGIC! DESTROY THEM!” he screamed, grabbing his wand to prepare and attack.

Mark gripped his wand and deflected the assaults that the professors fired at him. Though a hellhound, he was still a Newman, and he could withstand the onslaught of magic with ease. His newfound hellhound blood was increasing the potency of his defensive spells: mixed blood really did have an advantage over pure blood magic.

“Alexa, NOW!” Mark called out.

The two were now in perfect sync. His mate leapt over him, gripping his shoulders and clutching her body against his torso. She lifted her tail straight up and farted hard in the direction of the professors.

PLLLLBTTTT!!! FWOOOOOOSH!

She was becoming quite good at controlling her flatulence, and the searing flames were able to repel the band of professors and scatter them. Alexa then used Professor Shaw’s wand to cast disorienting bursts which made it much easier for Ritcher, Calyx Ambrosia and Sharna to take them down one by one and deliver their transformative bite.

Even headmaster Lachlan, who normally would’ve been the most powerful magic user, couldn’t focus on any target with how much was going on. Alexa managed to leap from Mark’s chest and tackle the headmaster to the ground, causing his wand to fly off to the side, where Ambrosia confiscated it.

“Alex Harrison?! Is that you?!” his eyes widened with recognition. Maybe there were still some familiar features despite all of the changes she had gone through.

Alexa smiled, “The Harrison clan sends its regards. This is what us hellhounds think of your pureblood policy.”

She bit down on Headmaster Wells' neck, and with that, sealed his fate. Everyone was now writhing onto the ground, moaning in pain, farting through their robes, fur growing across their skin, spitting their canines out of their mouths. Alexa took note of breasts developing from some of males’ chests, and she could only imagine what was happening down in their groins.

Mark and Alexa took one last look at their doomed fellows; how they wished they could stay and watch what was to happen, but they had to escape. The six hellhounds turned their backs on the chaos they had sewn and walked away. Without anyone left to stop them, they simply exited out of the front gates, bounding back into the forest to where their true home was.

---

The following morning, the castle of Tomons was ablaze. Black smoke poured from its windows that could be seen from miles away. It wasn’t unexpected, hellhound feces were flammable after all, and it could be expected that an entire populace contained in the same space would create enough fire to burn down the place.

What happened afterwards to the school or the kingdom, it didn’t concern Mark or Alexa. The pack moved far away from Flaystan, traveling day by day and night by night to put as much space between them and their old home. The hellhound population would be revitalized thanks to their efforts, but they had to focus on their own pack. With the wands they had stolen, they could defend themselves from hunters and anyone who threatened their lives.

With each passing day, Alexa’s stomach grew little by little. The other two female hellhounds were showing signs of pregnancy too. Any hatred or loathing between Mark and Alexa was gone, and in its place was a deeply contented love. The two nuzzled against one another at night, kissing passionately and embracing one another.

Ricther Sharna, Calyx and Ambrosia would be their new family. Soon the day came when Alexa’s belly, swollen with Mark’s offspring, was ready to produce. Ambrosia and Sharna had given birth weeks before, each producing a total of four cubs to a total of eight. Their little pack of four had become a pack of twelve, and there was more to follow.

“You ready, darling?” Mark held his love’s paw.

The hellhounds had crafted a birthing station out of stone and grass. Alexa stared into her mate’s crimson eyes and nodded. Ritcher was watching his and Calyx’s cubs from afar, but he nodded in encouragement.

Alexa looked at her lover, “Are you ready to be a father?”

Mark nodded affirmatively, “We’re going to be loving parents. And raise our cubs to be better.”

With Ambrosia and Sharna rubbing her shoulders and Mark holding her paw, Alexa gasped and grunted as she began to push. Her hourglass hips were made to give birth, her new body could handle it. She cried out, squeezing her mate’s hand hard for comfort. Her womb opened and out passed a glowing red egg.

“Excellent, keep going Alexa,” Calyx encouraged.

“There’s more!” she gasped out.

The female hound howled in both pleasure and pain as her passage stretched wide again, giving way for another glowing egg. The heat of them caused the straw to smolder a little, but it was wet enough to not catch fire.

“Yes, you can do it Alexa!” Mark’s voice grew higher with excitement, “Our little ones are waiting to be born!”

With another push, the last two eggs were successfully birthed and landed in the nest without breaking. Sweating and huffing, Alexa was helped up by Sharna and Ambrosia. The couple looked lovingly at their clutch before they rubbed noses. They picked up the eggs, each holding two to their chest, unaffected by their radiating heat.

“They’re going to grow up to be powerful hellhounds,” Alexa cooed into Mark’s ear, “They have Harrison and Newman blood in them.”

Mark kissed his mate, and nuzzled against her nose, “We’ll be sure to guide them on the right path.”