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WARNING! This is a crazy story! It has all sorts of violent, socially unacceptable, and explicit topics in it. I try to cover as many tags that fit the story, but I will probably miss a few. If you are sensitive about these topics please don't read this story. I have other more vanilla work that you might enjoy.

So, do you really want to read this?

If not that's cool. If so read on.

...Spike...

True to Clay's words Spike did rouse at just past ten on that auspicious evening. A bright red glow began to shine from the hell hound's horns, and in response to the activation of his powers Mark's body began to rouse as well. The bale hound had brought the cubs to Clay's bed to sleep that night, but there was a certain order to how Spike wanted to do things, and it started between himself and his mate.

Mark was never truly conscious, or even sentient, as he pulled the cubs off his body and placed them beside himself on the bed. The bale hound's eyes were open, all four of them, but they glowed with an unnatural red light when they would usually seem intelligent and aware. Spike had no need for his sleeping guardian's help, so the demon held the lesser male in a state of enthrallment instead.

Spike did, however, want to feed on Rex's surprisingly resilient human soul. For going on five days and nights now the young hell hound had been siphoning power from Rex's humanity, but even now, after Rex had embraced his demonic side, a good portion of the young man still resisted the demon inside him. "Rex?" Spike whispered into his mate's ear.

"S... Spike?" Rex whispered back as his eyes opened slightly. "I... are we... I still feel..."

"Shhh," Spike shushed his mate and silenced him with a kiss. "I've been keeping your mind in a state of suspension since we regained some of our power from Mark. He's more beast than man now, but you... you'll never be like he is."

"What do you mean Spike?" Rex asked softly.

"The humans we turn... they are weaker versions of ourselves. The thralls are the weakest... practically dumb animals with vague human features, but hounds like the one Hunter created are just lesser demons. They are only reflections of what our kind are capable of becoming."

"Then what are we?" Rex whispered.

"You're both up past your bedtime," Clay growled as his huge hands reached over Mark and seized the two young cubs.

"Clay!" Spike said in shock as the hound's eyes flashed and his horns began to glow.

"That won't work on me anymore Spike." Clay's voice was.... it was unnatural at this point, and hearing his brother like this scared Rex. In response to Rex's fear Clay and Spike both scowled a bit and growled protectively at the young cub.

"I should have known your powers, even half-manifested as they are, would eclipse my own Alpha Clay." Spike said in a guilty whiny voice. "But you must understand Clay... I need to rut with Rex first... it gives me the power to go on."

At first Spike and Rex thought the feral-eyed beast holding them in his arms would say no, but when his growls abated and his own horns dimmed Spike knew Clay had seen the truth to his young cub's words. "Then rut." Clay growled and without warning reached down and seized the sheaths of both cubs. "I may not control minds," Clay said gruffly, "but I do control that feral beast inside you both. I know it wants out... to gorge on flesh, to run, to howl, and to mate in the rut."

The light and heat coming from Clay and his horns made both cubs whine softly as their sheaths plumped up and two foot-long wolf cocks quickly filled the beastly demon's hands. The pack alpha soothed his brother with soft drooly licks to Rex's face while Spike scrambled onto Rex's back. The eager hell hound speared his mate roughly, but Clay seemed to actually encourage this behavior. His horns glowed even brighter as Rex began to feel fur sprouting from his skin. In a few short moments Rex's whole body was growing fur, and between Clay and Spike's combined efforts Rex was quickly growing slick with black drool and other demonic juices.

The climax for Spike almost came faster than Rex would have liked. His once-sweet doggy howled and snarled his lust out before he bent down and sank his fangs into Rex's scruff. With that last bit of leverage Spike's huge knot popped into Rex's ass and the two were tied together. When Spike finally exploded into his mate Rex felt his body changing further. His ears grew pointed and migrated up Rex's head. A short tail grew from Rex's ass, and his hands and feet shifted into hand-paws. In a few moments Rex was looking more like Spike did and much less like a teenage boy.

Not that the two demons watching his transformation minded at all. Clay helped spike slide onto his back so the flexible dog could lean over his mate's smaller body and lap at Rex's cock. It was Rex's turn to grunt, growl, shout , and howl as Spike and Clay worked together to bring the young demon to climax. When Rex finally shot his seed into Spike's hungry maw Clay watched in mute fascination as Spike grew an inch taller and packed on even more muscle. "I knew you were growing," Clay said softly, "but in a few nights you're going to outpace Hunter if you get any bigger."

"He'll be roughly my equal I bet," Spike whispered back to his alpha. "Your youngest brother has a remarkable amount of compassion and love in his soul. He's still holding back though, and I can't sense why. If he would just give himself over to me..." Rex stirred in his cum-induced afterglow and nuzzled Spike's furry pecs with his cute furry nose. The teen really did look just like a miniature version of Spike now, but even with such a demonic figure Rex's soul remained more human than demon. Clay and Spike could both sense the amount of energy inside the boy as they observed him silently.

"He's given you everything he can for now," Clay said as he helped Spike pull out of Rex and then, as if he had been summoned by will alone, Mark turned over to accept the sleepy cub. "What did you do to Mark?" Clay asked.

"He's in a trance of sorts. His instinct to keep me nearby will interfere with my work, so I have his mind locked between sleep and his bestial nature. He will feed and care for Rex without needing our input, but he will not attempt to stop me when I return with the collected essence from your brothers."

Clay growled at the mention of Spike's nightly duties. "Go to it then little demon." Clay said with more than a little lust in his voice. "I expect to see you here again soon, and when I do I expect you to have grown quite a bit more. Maybe you'll even outgrow your cub status tonight?"

"I can only hope so Alpha Clay," Spike growled back fiercely. "I would be honored to hunt with you when the pack next requires food."

Spike took his leave of the black fur-grass covered realm where Clay rested. The room seemed far bigger than it had been in nights before, and instead of finding a the wooden hallway at its entrance Spike found that the familiar upstairs chamber was now made of solid black demonic stone. Clay's room, or really realm at this point, was comforting to Spike. Somehow it reminded the hound of home, but he knew his true home was not a sprawling demonic forest.

Two doors down the chamber and Spike found a place that was, in an eerie ghostly way, similar to Clay's room. This place was certainly forest-like, but where Clay's realm had a soft light, like the light of a full moon shining from above, this forested realm was more like a petrified forest that had not felt the sun's touch for eons. The stone below Spike's paws was darker than midnight, but a hell hound needs no light to see. Spike's eyes "saw" just as well in shadow as they did in moon or fire light.

When Spike was greeted by another lesser hell hound he smiled at his new brother and welcomed him with a soft woof. Neal, for that was the hound's name, eagerly dropped to all fours and led Spike to a black stone alter where a being of pure demonic shadow was slumbering. Of all the humans in Spike's pack, Hunter was trying the hardest to embrace his demonic side. Why this was so was beyond the hell hound's knowledge, but the site of Hunter's furry black body stirred something primal and dark inside the young hound.

"I can feel you Spike," The shadows around the hell hound whispered. "I feel what Clay spoke of earlier today. My own humanity... it holds me back. I need your demonic lips to suck what remains of my human soul away and replace it with shadow and darkness."

Spike growled in response to the demon's words and climbed up onto the stone. He had a feeling that this wasn't going to be as easy as the last few nights. Shadows or not Spike could see well enough to make out a massive pillar of black wolf cock dribbling liquid shadow in the unnatural dark; the black cock almost seemed eager for Spike's hot demon breath and the kiss of his demonic lips.

A broiling heat rolled off the hound's mouth as he fell upon the black monolith. Hunter growled as much through the shadows as he did with his own voice. In his realm, however, the unnatural sounds that erupted from his throat, independent of vapor or liquid to sustain them, could not echo through the night beyond. Hunter's power had grown enough to contain itself to a unique pocket of hell where light could never hope to reach. Hunter's pleasure, however, could not be contained.

Even after using so much of his essence before, Hunter was still full of seed to give his hungry pack mate. Spike slurped and drank greedily from the river of pre, and when a black shape emerged from the shadows Spike didn't have to tell the young dusk hound to aid him in extracting his prize.

Neal eagerly climbed atop his master and began rubbing his body with paws and shadows alike. It was Hunter's turn to feel the pleasure of shadow on flesh as his own creation was turned against him that night. "I will not be taken so easily!" Hunter growled as his horns cracked and began to grow. There was no more light to drink in, so the shadows could only thicken from smoke to mist and from mist to syrup.

Spike felt his own body, and that of Neal's, being repositioned in the inky darkness. Hunter's ass somehow found Spike's member in the darkness, and from there they were both subjected to the torment of constant pleasure and then the sting of their passion being denied. Spike couldn't find Neal in the shadows, but he knew the master of this realm would likely keep his pet close. As the shadows pulled Spike in and out of the hot hairy ass clutched around his throbbing member the young hound struggled to keep himself in check. As soon as he would reach the edge of climax the same forces that stimulated him would abruptly cease. Hunter, it seemed, delighted in the game of denying orgasm to his victim, but even a sadistic fuck was still a fuck to a demon like Spike.

Despite his desire to feed before feeding Spike exploded into Hunter first, and the demon inside the human's soul was fed Spike's rich and pure seed. Hunter experienced a powerful surge of growth as his mass and size rapidly increased. It was difficult to sense just how much he grew, but when Spike felt a tail as thick as his own arm wrap around his chest he knew it had been a mistake to let Hunter get the best of him.

"Who's the stronger demon now Spike?" Hunter asked and growled as his tail pulled the hell hound's cock out of his ass by lifting Spike's whole body up and into the darkened air. The strength of Hunter's new demonic limb was difficult for Spike to comprehend, but when the hound got a look at Hunter's body, from his position above the other male, he was more than a little impressed at his own seed's effects.

Hunter was absolutely the strongest male in the pack at this point, except perhaps negating Clay's raw demonic power and unnatural super-strength. There was barely a shred of humanity left in the black-furred beast below Spike, but his true powers had yet to manifest. On the other paw, Hunter's horns had surged up to an incredible fourteen inches. His body had to be over six foot six, and he looked damn near as muscular and thick as Mark but with only one huge horned head instead of two. There was one 'other' body part that had grown, but Spike had a feeling he was about to get intimate with Hunter's thick black slab of pulsing, living shadow-cock.

Where as before Hunter had been harder than rock, now his cock seemed to have become shadow incarnate. The tool was somehow hard and flexible in ways no true member could have ever been. Spike cried out in passion as his ass was invaded by the shadow member, and the sensation of it pushing, pulsing, and expanding into him made the young hound drool both pre and saliva uncontrollably. As degrading as it had been to feed his pack member first, Spike was having a hard time controlling himself while Hunter subjected him to the benefits of being fucked by shadow itself.

"Yes," Hunter whispered from the shadows around them both. "Drool for me young hound. My pet is hungry, and your unholy pre and saliva feeds us."

Below Spike a familiar eager face regarded the hound with a cold hungry glare. Spike couldn't stop his body from drooling various fluids. The lust, pleasure, and agony were like nothing the hound had experienced before, and every fiber of his body was being violated by Hunter's new anatomy. Neal was practically rolling in black slime by the time Hunter finally lost his load. While his cock might have been vaguely ephemeral, his seed was just as hot and visceral as usual. It sprayed unrelentingly into Spike's ass causing the hound to howl out before his cries were silenced by his own shaking mass.

The growth started first in Spike's legs--the first part of him to be drenched in Hunter's black cum--as the hound's already huge paws and thick legs surged to a new size and level of musculature. The changes swept up Spike's back causing his growing mass to test the might of the tail holding him captive. Spike's eyes finally shot open when he finished changing and his own horns cracked and blazed to life. Another inch of horn grew from the hound's brow, but it was not an inch he shared with his mate. Spike was, in a way, coming into his own that night, and his growing mass was proof enough that he craved the body of an adult male.

"Most impressive," Hunter purred as he and his captive floated in the inky sea of darkness. "You're about as big as Bo at this point I wager."

"I'll get bigger, but so will he." Spike said gruffly and struggled against Hunter's superior strength.

"If he has half the potential I do than yes... he'll be far bigger before the night is done." There was a weary tone to Hunter's voice though, and before long Spike felt his paws touch the ground again. "I tire of this game Spike." Hunter relaxed onto his black alter and in mere moments Neal was beside him soothing his master's newly changed body. "Guide him back to the door Neal," Hunter said with a mighty canine yawn. "I need to rest for a while."

Neal did as he was commanded and led the huge hound through the shadows. "Thank you," Neal whispered to Spike as the two traveled through the ever-shifting shadow world around them.

"Why do you thank me? It's my fault you lost your humanity... dusk hound." Spike replied and frowned at the lesser demon leading him out of Hunter's shadowy realm.

Neal was silent for a while, but when they reached the doorway to the house again he turned to Spike and frowned. "I don't care about being human. I was weak as a human, but Hunter has given me strength. Tomorrow he will shape me into a new form, and then I will return to my old family. They will be made to join us in the shadows, and Hunter says my brother will be the next cub for Mark to care for."

"One day Hunter could well have bale hounds and cubs of his own. You could even ascend to the bale hound breed yourself someday." Spike replied.

"And it's all thanks to you and Rex... Spike." Neal replied. "Good night my horny friend. I would wish you a good rest, but I have learned in my short time as a demon that we don't actually 'need' to sleep like humans do."

Neal's dark chuckles could be heard even from outside Hunter's domain, but Spike had other concerns on his mind. The hound looked down at himself and smiled at what he saw. He had a body that was virtually identical to that of Hunter, Bo, and Clay. His broad muscular torso was the epitome of demonic masculinity, and his long furry tail was just beginning to show a few more signs of his status amongst his own kind. "I'm a fucking stud." Spike growled in a way that sounded a lot like how Clay had once sounded when he had been a young horny teenager himself. "But I'm not an adult yet..." Spike growled as he realized that, despite having seven-inch horns, being six feet tall, and weighing over two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle, Spike was still not 'adult' enough to hunt with his pack. "Maybe Bo has enough seed to make a true adult male out of me?" Spike mused as he made his way towards the hellish abode of the next brother.

...Bo...

Sleep was something Bo had found less and less use for these last few nights. Instead of laying on his bed the teen had used his growing power over heat and demonic stone to fashion himself what was un-mistakenly a massive throne of burning lava-laced demonic rock. Like a king sitting in the midst of his hellish lands Bo sat in his new throne looking out over the broiling lava plains that his room had become.

Flames licked up and down the young man's body, and even without Spike's help over the last few hours Bo had been focusing on making his dense red-black chest hair thicken into proper fur. "At last!" Bo said excitedly when he spotted Spike making his way through the lava-pocked hellish landscape. "I thought you would never escape my brother's clutches." Bo said eagerly when Spike was in ear-shot from where he sat. "I see you didn't exactly escape without tasting his seed, now did you?"

Spike paused before Bo's throne and knelt respectfully. "I knew that you, of all your brothers, possessed a heart closest to that of a true demon." Spike said and rose as he looked at the stoic form of his favorite mid-night fuck.

True to form Bo was rock hard as he sat upon his throne. His cock, practically a volcano by its own right, was permanently hard and drooling lava-pre and lava-cum into the young demon's realm. A lesser demon might have assumed that all this fire and brimstone was natural for a demon's abode, but Spike knew better. Bo WAS the source of the lava. The lakes boiling around his realm were proof of his insatiable lust and his desire for constant violent release. "I've been busy waiting for you." Bo mused as he noticed Spike looking around the room. "But I assure you; I have lost none of my potency."

Spike grinned up at the lord of this domain. Bo was sitting patiently on his throne, but Spike wanted to see how kingly this brother could truly be. "It would be my pleasure to service you first, my brother, but you should know that Hunter managed to best me tonight. He was able to make me cum in HIM first, and now he claims he might be even stronger than Clay. If he were to take the title of Alpha... well... it would be a shame for you, my brother."

Bo's mood darkened as the fires around him began to smolder and rage. "Taking your cum before giving you my own is far simpler than you suggest, but unlike my brother I need not force myself upon you."

"Then you accept my challenge?" Spike asked.

"Accept?" Bo asked as he stood and grinned. "Little cub... I have already won!"

The very earth beneath Spike's feet erupted into a miniature geyser of lava-cum. Bo's whole realm began to shift and crack as its master began to refocus the extent of his demonic power. Spike might have cried out in shock, but the lava washed down his throat the moment he opened his snout. It tasted just like cum though, and just like cum it had a curious effect on the young hound.

"I see that even my spent seed still has enough potency to make you grow." Bo said lustfully as he hardened the lava around Spike and forced it to change from liquid to solid. The hound was trapped, but some parts of the lava certainly remained more 'liquid' than others. Particularly the parts that were closest to Spike's tail hole and his mouth. "You've always been my toy Spike." Bo smiled as he watched Spike's arms, legs, chest, and back all begin to pulse and grow slowly bigger. Muscle, bone, and fur expanded at an agonizing rate as the hound had a seemingly never ending supply of lava-seed pumped into him.

Spike knew that this was, in a way, exactly what he wanted, but why was Bo just giving it to him? Bo was as much a demon in his own right as Hunter and Clay now, but no demon attacks without a plan. Demonic cum, even diluted as it was in this realm, was still cum. Spike had thought that if he could get his own cum in Bo first than it would free up more of Bo's humanity for Spike to consume. That was partly what had happened with Hunter, so why not try the same with Bo?

"I can sense your desires young hound," Bo said and smiled at his prisoner. "You want to feed me your seed so that I will relinquish more of my humanity to you. You grew your horns while with Hunter, which only proves why he's a lesser demon than I. My goal is to help us both along, but I won't let you grow your demonic powers unless it can't be helped."

Spike didn't have to ask 'why' with his mouth; his eyes said it for him.

"Of course you doubt me." Bo said and smiled as he reached up to touch the bulging muscles on Spike's arms. The lava had caught the Hound in such a position that his arms and legs were both held out and away from his swelling muscular torso. It gave Bo easy access to Spike's ass, but also easy access to his cock. "But you have yet to experience the true extent of my abilities." Bo surprised Spike when the male returned to his throne and sat down before continuing his speech. "Clay blows his seed wildly and wastes it on others, thinking only of making them bigger, stronger, and better suited to his precious pack. Hunter is wilder yet, but his methods leave much to be desired. He fucks a single kid and that makes him the better demon?"

Spike shuddered as he watched Bo's horns blazed to life and the hound felt the elder demon attempt to worm his way into Spike's mind. Of course Spike resisted, but Bo was just too powerful to block completely.

"I see..." Bo said and smiled. "The cub wants to be an adult. He wants to hunt for little Rex and feed his mate with his own teats." Bo's words were mocking, but they also held a bit of respect as well. Rex was his brother after all, and demon or not Bo could appreciated a hound's desire to care for his mate. "I can't make you a true adult, but I can give you the parts you'll need."

Spike gasped as he felt Bo redirect the flow of demonic power inside Spike's young body. Instead of funneling all his lava-cum's energy to Spike's height and muscles Bo focused instead on his chest, cock, and balls. In a reverse twist of fate it was Spike's turn to feel his chest clench as Bo fed raw demonic power into the muscles. Spike cried out in mixed pain and pleasure as his clenching pectorals bulged, swelled, and then began to shoot steam into the air. Before long the milk had adapted in sulfur content to the hound's heat, and then it ran liquid down his furry chest.

But Bo wasn't satisfied with that. Spike's teats began to swell and swell until they were equal to those that all the adult brothers possessed. Six inch long teats stood out on Spike's chest as his milk sprayed onto the ground. "Those are sure to keep little Rex fed!" Bo growled lustfully. "But wait. You're no adult hound yet. That cock's not nearly ridiculous enough to belong in the Burns family. Let me help you make it stupidly large."

This time, as Spike's cock began to grow, his young eyes pleaded with Bo for mercy. There was such a thing as benevolence between demons, but even for Spike this was a surprisingly sick game. The hound's cock grew inch by inch until it was bobbing at an impossible twenty inches. In truth it was just as long and thick as Hunter's cock had been, but Spike could not turn his member to shadow, or he would have done so to free himself from Bo's clutches.

"I know it's harsh Spike," Bo said a little more seriously than Spike had expected. "I know you think it's excessive. How will your mate take this? What does mean ol' Bo want with my huge hairy wolf-hood? Well, it's not for you pup, and it's not for my wilting younger brother either!"

Spike's eyes bulged again as he felt the pressure return, but this time in his balls. The twin orbs began to glow as they grew hot with the magmatic seed flowing through Spike's body. In a few short moments Spike was leaking hot lava-pre from his cock. His pleasure was intense, and still none of this made any sense to him. What did Bo stand to gain from this?

"That's right Spike," Bo said gruffly as he stood, walked over to the now-taller hell hound and regarded him with mixed curiosity. "I want all of your thick fat cock in me, and now that you're as big as you can get you're going to make me the biggest demon in the whole damn house."

Bo impaled himself on Spike's cock, roughly bucking and shifting position in an attempt to stuff as much of the monster member into himself as possible. The heat inside Bo was incredibly intense, and it was all Spike could do to hold himself back. Part of him wanted to let go, but another part wanted to see just how big he could make Bo grow. It was that second set of desires that caused Spike to hold himself back.

Spike knew that, for all of Bo's crazy scheming, he was just doing what any normal demon would do. By making his competition stronger Bo was able to draw more strength from Spike's growing ability to produce demonic seed. Yet, unlike Hunter, who grew stronger without planning out his actions, Bo was taking full advantage of his own unique powers. Spike was beginning to realize that Clay wasn't the only male capable of directing how a demon grew, but Bo's powers over transformations were still very limited.

Spike growled as he felt his energy being drawn into the beast below him. Bo's ass was indescribably sexy. It was as if the whole teen's body had begun to change from flesh to rock and lava. To an extent that assumption was true, and as Bo's desire to be fucked grew his black skin began to glow as the blood in his veins turned to liquid fire. Lines of light and heat began to grow beneath Bo's back, shoulders, and neck. Spike's pre was already full-up from having been fed by Hunter's fading humanity, and all that pre was having a profound effect on Bo.

The changes started first on Bo's head. His hair at last fell away and left only the spine-like bristle of the teen's red-black fur on his scalp. Bo's ears began to pull backwards and in mere moments his face was pushing forward into a snout. More rough red-black fur raced over the teen's growing wolfish face, but the fur didn't stop there. No, it continued to spread like a dull red flame whipping down the once-human teenager's muscular form.

When the fur reached Bo's ass a snarl of pain ripped out of his new muzzle. A long fur-covered tail, studded on top with wicked bony blades, rapidly grew from the teen's backside. The tail was as long as Bo was tall, but it wasn't as furry as Hunter's had been. But what it lacked in fur the thick muscular appendage made up for in strength. It wrapped unconsciously around a nearby stone outcrop and promptly crushed the stone like a coiling snake might crush its prey.

Hands and feet shifted to paws, and in mere minutes Bo was just as much a beast as his brother had been. It was impressive to see such a proud male impaled on Spike's cock, but what truly made the hound smile was the fact that Bo was already done with his physical changes tonight, and Spike hadn't even shed a drop of cum for the male yet.

"What are you turning us into?" Bo growled in a voice that was more wolf and demon than man.

Spike growled around the stone holding his mouth closed. He had been gathering his strength for just this moment, and now was his chance to turn the tables. The cracking of stone and the flood of lava-cum that washed over the two beasts caused Bo to snarl and look over his shoulder at his young captive. Spike's power and strength blazed out of Bo's control, and the young hound roared his victory when he slammed the last few inches of his cock, and indeed his knot as well, straight into Bo's ass.

An unnatural roar of anger filled the volcanic realm as Bo felt the first hot blast of seed splash into his body. The demonic essence surged through him causing his own body to shake and shudder uncontrollably. He attempted to direct the flood, but it was a vain attempt to control what could not be controlled.

Bo's whole body began to pack on mass and size at an alarming rate. In moments he surpassed Hunter's size, and Bo showed no sign of stopping either. His roars of anger filled the volcanic land around the two demons as his own growing mass caused Bo to lash out and crush his throne to rubble. Spike's eyes blazed with fury and lust. He was the one in charge now, and Bo was going to regret trying to control Spike.

"S... Spike!" The monster bellowed as his whole body began to grow thicker in ways it had not done the nights before. His arms thickened and lengthened to facilitate walking on all fours, and Bo's whole mass began to shift towards a more feral shape. Below the beastly teen his huge cock and balls experienced a surge of growth causing a new geyser of lava-pre to erupt from Bo's changing body.

The final thing to changer were Bo's horns. The massive stone horns atop his wolf-head began to glow and crack. They oozed liquid demon stone as they grew and curled into a beautiful perfect S shape. The horns stopped at just eighteen inches in total length, but they were not so tall as before when they had been straighter.

An abrupt end came to Spike's ability to change his pack mate when a huge muscular tail wrapped around the hound's body and pulled him from Bo's ass. The beast that Bo had become struggled to stand on its massive lower pair of paws. Bo was barely even human shaped anymore, but he had lost none of his bulk or muscle. Two feet of thick lava-gushing cock bobbed before the behemoth, and Spike knew it was his turn to be punished for using his powers on Bo.

Instead of speaking Bo just growled and snarled as his huge seven-foot long tail slammed Spike down on the top of his miniature volcano. Bo's roar of passion filled his realm and shook the walls of the house it occupied. His pre began to gush uncontrollably into spike before the hound was even half-way down on the demon's cock. This was only complicated more when Bo came well before sealing himself into Spike's ass.

It was Spike's turn to growl in frustration. He certainly received an incredible volume of cum from Bo, but the demon's huge level of flow made absorbing it all very difficult. The only redeeming factor was just how much Bo came. His flow was seemingly unending! Spike was forced to wait out the entirety of Bo's incredible hour-long orgasm. In that time the young hound certainly put on some height and mass, but not as much as he might have if he had been able to secure the whole of Bo's seed for his own use.

By the time Bo's grip on Spike loosened the beastly demon was delirious with the ongoing rush of pleasure and instincts coursing through his new and improved body. Bo fell forward with a mighty groan and crashed onto the stone floor of his own hellish abode. Spike was too strong to be crushed, but it did take a bit of time for the hound to wiggle out of Bo's grasp. Even after pulling the behemoth's cock from his ass the volcanic member was still oozing and gushing pre and cum.

A sigh of relief followed by a chuckle at Bo's sex-dazed state were all Spike could manage when he looked at his impressive work. Bo was huge, even bigger than Hunter, and his massive feral body was very nearly close to what a true hell hound should be. It was very tempting for spike to remain in Bo's room for the rest of the night, and Spike knew now that he also shared an affinity for heat and fire with his titanic lava-loving brother. But the needs of the pack outweighed Spike's desires. Maybe one day Spike and his mate could join Bo in his fire and lava land? This was the sort of realm Spike felt most suited his own burning desires.

The journey out of Bo's domain was longer than Spike would have liked. The three brothers were indeed growing more powerful, and Spike wondered if and when their influence would begin to spill into the mortal world. Already their house had begun to change as their demonic influence shifted the world around them into something better suited for their needs. What would happen when this sleeping cell of demonic energy was awakened? Spike couldn't help but to wander such things as he returned to the moon-lit forest where his mate and alpha were waiting.

...Spike...

The final doorway of the night, and ironically the one he had left only a few hours ago, was the most intimidating for Spike. He could sense Clay's presence beyond the realm of trees and demonic fur-like grass growing between himself and his alpha. Clay had most likely been awake this whole time, and if his powers were even half as strong as his brother's had been than Spike was in for the challenge of his life.

Even now, standing at six-foot two and weighing over two hundred and seventy pounds, Spike knew he was no match for his alpha. Clay had been huge before the day had drawn to a close, so how much bigger could he possibly get? As the alpha of the pack Clay had the authority to draw so much more of Spike's collected demonic essence for himself, but would he approve of letting Spike grow into an adult. After all, only Clay could give Spike what he had been after all night long.

"Welcome back," a low inhuman voice growled from the fur-grass covered block of stone in the middle of Clay's realm. The sight that greeted Spike was... startling for sure. Even without Spike's influence Clay's face was growing a short muzzle and his ears were covered in dense rust-red and black fur. The two foot-long horns on Clay's brow might not have been the biggest in the house at that moment, but their aura certainly outshined the other resting demons down the hall. "I see that you've been doing some growing of your own Spike." Clay said in his rumbling voice as the not-so young-looking hound approached Clay's demon stone bed.

"My alpha," Spike growled and bowed his head. "Where have you sent Mark and my mate?"

Clay's eyes blazed with demonic light, but the chuckle that bubbled up from his throat lacked any malice at all. "Rex is resting in his bedroom, and Mark will remain beside him until you are ready to take over his duties for the night."

Spike's eyes grew wide at Clay's words. "Then... Am I ready to be an adult? I... I want to take care of Rex, and not just as his pet or friend but as his mate and guardian!"

Clay could see the passion in Spike's young demonic eyes. Considering that he had been a pup less than a week ago Spike had certainly grown. His stance was reminiscent of how Bo or Clay would have stood before their father, and the fire and determination in his eyes was every bit the same as what any other Burns male would have had. Clay saw more than a little of himself in this young male, but after tonight Clay intended to make Spike a hunting milk-shooting cum-gushing adult member of their pack. Tonight Rex would get the 'man' he had always wanted, but Spike was certainly no man by any stretch of the word.

"Come to me," Clay growled as he motioned for Spike to approach his massive erect pillar of wolf cock.

Spike very nearly tripped over himself in anticipation. He fell upon Clay's huge cock with an eagerness that would have made the previous two demons jealous. Clay had no need to force himself upon Spike, and as the male offered his seed to the youngest member of his pack he relaxed into a lounging position that afforded him a good view of the young hound's work.

"I think I always knew deep down that you would change us." Clay said in his growling voice. The caressing touch of Spike's twelve inch long demonic tongue no longer felt alien in the least to Clay. In fact, Clay's own tongue had grown long and dark through the last few nights, and now that he lay with Spike it would occasionally escape his mouth and drool thick red-black drool onto the demon's furry chest. "When I first picked you up at the door I knew you were something special Spike, and I knew I would grow to love you as part of my family."

"Clay?" Spike said in a confused tone as he momentarily paused from his task of painting Clay's rust-red cock with black drool. "You know I love you Alpha Clay. I love all our brothers, but I love you and Rex the most!"

A low possessive growl was the most Clay could manage as his cock began to clench and a stream of rusty metallic pre oozed from its tip. "I... grrrrr. I love you too Spike." Clay said as his mouth pushed forward and rapidly filled with fangs.

Spike's eyes took in the sight of the strongest demon in their pack changing without even needing another demon's essence to do so. Clay truly was an incredible hound and demon despite still possessing the soul of a human. "When I first came to Rex..." Spike spoke in-between hungry licks and sucks to Clay's wolfish member. "I was just a form-less minor demon. I had... been given shape and life... but the being who created me... he gave me none of his own power."

Clay struggled to grasp the meaning in Spike's words. His cock was overpowering his brain with the constant pleasure of being sucked, licked, and deep-throated by the passionate male servicing him. "You... you were... just... a puppy."

"Mmmmm," Spike growled around the wolf-cock in his throat. He let a jet of Clay's seed shoot down his throat before continuing his musing. "In shape yes, but you... you and your brothers gave me your humanity. In a way, since you are their leader... that kinda makes you both my father and my brother."

The word father made Clay growl lustfully. His face was far more canine than human at this point, and even his hands and feet were growing more paw-like by the second. "Grrrright," Clay growled, "I did feed you... ugh... took you in and... and made you strong..."

"That's right my alpha." Spike said before plunging onto Clay's length and causing the huge male to cry out in delight. The stimulation of his cock sliding deeper into Spike's throat and then into his burning stomach acid made Clay gasp. His cock began to gush mixed cum and pre straight into the young hound's hungry gut.

"Oh! Oh Spike," Clay said desperately. "I... I can... ugh!"

A surge of emotions began to flow between the two males. Spike didn't need to reply to Clay's words because they had begun to link their minds together again. This time Spike showed Clay all of his fears and concerns. He showed the eldest member of the pack how he had been striving to take more responsibility for himself and Rex. Finally, as Clay's incredible orgasm came to an end, Spike showed his alpha all his hopes and dreams for the future. It was an incredible experience for both males, but Spike already knew how much Clay loved him.

The huge hairy beast that Clay had become reached out and seized the young hound. Clay held him close to his chest in a very fatherly way. For a moment the two were back in Clay's room before the man had started to become the beast he was now. Spike's eyes shined up at Clay with a loving innocence and reverent awe. Clay knew that tonight might be the last time Spike gave him this look, so he enjoyed his long hug with the hound while it lasted.

"You know what happens next Spike." Clay said and released the young hound from his furry embrace. Clay's whole body was covered in red-black fur now, and just like his brothers before him Clay was showing the signs of being an immensely powerful hell hound. His horns glowed, his eyes blazed, and Clay was even beginning to grow a tail now. Spike knew as soon as his seed touched Clay the beast inside the man would surge outwards.

"Alpha Clay?" Spike asked softly as he nuzzled the man's chest.

"Hmmm?"

Spike whined a little as he felt the warm embrace he had grown to love so much return to comfort him. "Am I an adult after tonight? Can I hunt with the pack now?"

"You were already more adult than cub," Clay replied as he released Spike and rolled unto his stomach. "But Spike," Clay said as he looked over his shoulder, "you and Rex will always be mine and Mark's cubs. Even if you don't need our milk anymore and can hunt on your own we'll still love you just as much."

Spike nodded as he got up and prepared to mount his alpha. A queer sensation on the young hound's cheek made him pause though. When his claw-tipped fingers touched his cheek fur Spike felt something wet there. "Something wet is coming from my eyes Clay!" Spike said in shock.

Clay just laughed at his cub's naivety and at how cute a sexy beast like Spike could be sometimes. "Those are tears Spike. Now stop your crying and put your damned cock in my demonic ass!"

The sight of his alpha presenting himself like this made the instincts in the hound push his human thoughts and feelings aside. "Yes Alpha Clay!" Spike said eagerly as he roughly shoved the first few inches of his thick twenty-inch long cock into Clay's burning hot ass.

The sensation of a huge slab of wolf meat plumbing his depths made Clay grunt and growl in ways he had never done before tonight. His wolf-like demonic traits continued to develop even before Spike managed to squirt his first glob of pre into Clay's ass. "Errr yea," Clay said and growled his passion for being fucked. "I'm gunna miss that cock in my ass when you and Rex are grown."

A snarl of lust was all Spike could manage in reply. His horns began to shine and pulse in time with the demonic power racing through Clay's body. Spike could feel the soul-energy he had absorbed from the other three brothers feeding into Clay's body. The proof that Clay was growing stronger came not only from the muscle growing on the man's body, but from the slow cracking sound of his horns growing steadily larger. Of course, the rest of Clay was growing too. His cock, already stupidly thick and more than two feet long, grew continuously larger with each thrust of Spike made. Clay's massive balls were refilling all the seed he had given Spike and more.

After a few short moments of thrusting into Clay the man's huge cock was drooling pre onto his fur-grass covered demonic bed. The grunts and growls coming from the alpha didn't even sound remotely human any more, and from his view behind the beastly demon Spike could tell that Clay was rapidly changing into a truly demonic beast. His ass was covered in shaggy black-red fur, and the tail growing out of said ass was slowly coiling around Spike's body. Its muscular embrace only aided the young hound as his thrusts into Clay's ass grew rougher and harder.

Before too long Spike snarled low and savagely. His own horns began to glow with demonic energy, and in the moon-lit light of Clay's demonic realm the young demon began to gush his first few geysers of pre into his alpha. That was all Clay's body needed to rapidly finish morphing from human to hound. His body began to pack on mass and height as soon as the last of his human traits were washed away. To Spike the sight of Clay's inhuman beastly body growing and shaking below him sent the young hound over the edge. His pack was now truly as beastly as he was. Their bodies were no longer human at all, and their descent into demon-hood was completely irreversible at this point. There was no going back from here, so Spike urged Clay onward in an attempt to make the man into a demon the likes of which all of hell would envy.

The sound of Clay's horns growing and cracking made Spike smile in the dim moonlight. The alpha's horns were rapidly passing the point Bo's had grown to. Spike hadn't even cum yet and Clay already had roughly twenty inch-long S shaped horn on his brow. Lines of molten metal-like heat made the horns glow menacingly in the darkness. The horns were proof that Clay was growing to a whole new level of power.

A sick cracking and groaning sound came from Clay when Spike slammed his knot into the alpha demon's ass. The resulting spray of demon cum made Clay howl out in animalistic passion. His tail continued to grow thicker and stronger as his body gained mass and muscle at an alarming rate. Below the growing bulk of Clay's body his arms and legs thickened and reshaped into a more feral, animalistic form. Before too long Spike was actually lifted up off the demon stone that the two males had been rutting on. Clay's massive beastly body was just that large, but the demon's long prehensile tail kept Spike thrusting roughly into his alpha. At this point Spike felt more like a toy in the grasp of a superior demonic master.

The flow of seed spraying into Clay continued for some time as Spike and Clay both howled their passion into the demonic world around them. Clay's incredible power began to warp the reality around his home as the trees outside his house began to grow bigger, taller, and wilders. The grass in his yard grew wild and thick, resembling the demonic grass in his own pocket of hell. The concrete sidewalks and the roads began to crack as the grass invaded them. The houses close to the Burns house were plunged into darkness, and the humans living inside were forced to flee or take shelter elsewhere when they realized that their lawns were growing wild and their power lines worked fine, but the night just wouldn't turn on. At most the dim bulbs would flicker softly in a vain attempt to shine in the presence of the nearby font of wild corrupting darkness.

A few people tried calling the police, but the police had stopped taking calls on the Burns family home. They had it from a very reliable, very creditable, community source that the pets in that house were not dangerous. The unfortunate displaced residents had no idea that there was more than one influential demonic presence in their small suburban town.

Regardless, Clay was reaching a new level of demonic power. The last visages of his humanity were seared away when his huge tail slammed Spike's cock, knot and all, into his ass and sealed the two demons together. Throughout their coupling Spike had felt numerous waves of intense pleasure radiating from his cock. When the whole euphoric experience was over Spike collapsed against his alpha's massive backside. A low grunt was all the beast below him could manage as the exhausted demons enjoyed a brief moment of respite.

A long while afterwards Spike was roused from his sleep by the sensation of his knot slipping out of Clay's ass. The tired hell hound felt himself slowly sink to the ground before his foot-paws were touching demonic stone. An earthshaking growl from Clay shook the surreal forest around the two demons. "It's morning," a rumbling, growling voice said from deep within the furry behemoth who still had his eight-foot long tail wrapped around Spike.

"C... Clay? Is it really still you in there?" Spike asked hesitantly with a soft whine to his voice.

The behemoth growled again as he released Spike from his tail-grasp and then stood up on all fours. Spike took a few steps back to give the massive hound room to rear up on his hind legs and stand for the first time as a fully fledged hell hound. The sight that greeted Spike was awe inspiring once Clay's massive muscular body was finally standing upright. He was so huge that his red-black fur blocked out the moonlight filtering through the canopy of leaves above him. His massive three-feet tall horns were beyond Spike's rough measurements at this point, and the sheer bulk of Clay's eight-foot tall frame was incredible to behold. He looked every bit the demonic master that Spike had imagined he would be back when the young hound had been a pup dreaming of his future alpha.

"I feel..." Clay's voice shook his own realm as his ears went up and he tilted his head to the side in a show of curiosity, "... I feel like a monster now Spike. Is this what it is like to be a Hell Hound? Am I... am I no longer human?"

Spike watched Clay examine his arms, paws, and furry legs in the gentle moonlight of his own demonic realm. The young hound could feel the demonic energy radiating off Clay's titanic form, but while his body was certainly that of an alpha hound his soul, his mortal soul, was still hanging on to the last tattered remains of his fading humanity.

"You are a fully fledged alpha hound now Clay, but your soul is still mortal. I did my best to make you a true demon, but it seems like I failed you after all." Spike's ears drooped and his own six foot tail dropped to the grassy ground. It was obvious that he was ashamed of his failure, but the sad-looking hound looked odd with his massive cock still rock hard and drooling pre onto the grass. It was hard not to notice that Spike was over two feet in length now, and his cock had gained enough girth to make tying to the larger males in the pack easier for the young demon.

The sight of his young virile pack member rock hard and dripping pre made Clay growl lustily and drool black slime onto his own bearded chin. His thick coarse beard was eight inches long now, and it had grown down his neck and fused with a growing mass of thick shaggy hair growing on the demon's chest between his massive pectoral muscles. Clay's own massive three foot pillar of demon cock began to drip with demonic essence. A powerful urge to shove his cock into Spike nearly overcame Clay, but knowing that Spike still had one more male to visit helped the alpha hold his monstrous instincts at bay.

"You did your best Spike, and our pack is stronger for your efforts. I have called Mark away from Rex. You will find him sleeping in your own room. He is waiting for his mate to come to him. I expect you won't keep him waiting?"

Spike nodded and smiled despite how he felt about letting Clay down. The young hound rushed forward and wrapped his arms around the huge alpha standing before him. The surprised beast let out a soft "oof" as he felt his young brother hug him.

"I... I love you Clay. Thank you for everything... for being my alpha... my brother... my father." Spike struggled to find the words for how he felt inside. He had always been so sure of himself before, but now he felt a whole new range of emotions sweeping through him. The hound had no idea that his brain was beginning to feel human emotions in addition to supporting his hound instincts.

Clay, who was far more in tune with the young hound's physiology than even Spike himself was, understood at once what the hound was feeling. "I love you too Spike." Clay said in a soothing rumbling voice. His massive hand-paws reached down to pet the young hound's head and hold him tightly against Clay's muscular body. When Spike acted like this it really was like a part of Rex's innocence lived in the young hound now. The need for acceptance and love might have been human in nature, but Spike felt those emotions now, even as a demonic beast.

And Clay still felt a strong need to sooth and care for his younger pack members. Spike might be an adult physically, but he still had plenty of "growing up" to do. Clay's low possessive growls were certainly those of an alpha hell hound, but the emotions behind them were more human that beast.

For a long time the two males just stood together in a tight loving hug. They both remained painfully hard, and even the touch of their furry, muscular bodies was sexually stimulating. But the urge to hold and protect his younger pack member kept Clay from acting on his urges, and Spike was enjoying his the warm, tender hug far too much too think about anything more than his love and adoration for Clay.

The hug was interrupted by the arrival of a twin headed furry beast. It seemed like some of Clay's growing power had extended to his mate because Mark was looking more like a hound now than a human. He still had places where his fur hadn't grown in, but his two heads weren't quite human anymore either. "Spike," Mark said gently as he and Burr placed their four hands on the hound's shoulder. "I hate to interrupt, but Rex needs you. He can't go without one of us for very long, and I can sense that Clayton has some pent up needs of his own to take out on us."

"Why don't you just say he wants to fuck our ass until we're a soul-less drooling mass of furry demonic muscle?" Burr asked and winked at Spike.

Spike chuckled at Burr's crude humor, but he knew Clay needed to mate again. The musk radiating off the huge alpha male was making Spike drip pre even after having just finished fucking Clay a while ago. If this was what the alpha's scent alone could do Spike could only wonder what things would be like when the huge alpha was a fully fledged demon. "I love you all," Spike growled as he looked at Mark, Burr, and then Clay. "Happy mating Alpha Clay, and good luck taking that three foot monster of his," Spike said to Mark and Burr.

"Wait!" Mark said in an alarmed bark. "It's three feet long now?!"

Spike didn't hang around to watch Clay descend on his bale hound mate. Before the young hound was even halfway to the door that led out of Clay's realm he could hear the moans, grunts, growls, and howls of the two monsters fucking in the forest behind him. Spike was still feeling horny, but he wanted his own mate now.

The trip through the house seemed surreal to Spike. The hallway was still the same despite being mostly composed of demonic stone now. The walls shifted and cracked as the hound walked through the Burns house. Each brother's demonic power struggled to surpass the other's, but one door still remained plain and wooden. Spike reached out to touch the door knob and found the sensation of turning it to be rather alien.

The room inside was... still Rex's bedroom. It was free from demonic corruption, and the only hint of demonic influence was the deepness of the shadows and the unnatural heady warmth that permeated the room. For as long as Spike had known him Rex had slept with a nightlight plugged into the wall at the foot of his bed. Even now, despite how powerful and dark the shadows had grown, that light still shined. If anything it seemed to shine brighter than it had in the nights before now.

Spike's big and heavy foot-paws should have been silent as they fell on the carpeted floor, but instead they had an unusual heaviness to them that made the hound slow down as he walked towards Rex's bed. The sleeping teen resting beneath his covers with the blanket pulled tightly around him. Even with a full fur coat and a short furry muzzle Rex still seemed more human than hound. The sound of Spike walking towards him in the darkness roused Rex from his troubled sleep.

"Papa?" Rex asked softly as his eyes sleepily opened and watched the tall muscular figure walk towards his bed.

"No," Spike said gently as he closed the distance between himself and his mate.

"Clay?" Rex asked again as he struggled to make out the bulky muscular shape in the darkness.

Spike chuckled as he leaned over the bed. "Not quite," he said gently in his low rumbling voice.

"Is... is it really you Spike?" Rex whispered as he reached up to touch his mate's stern masculine snout and the thick bristly beard hair that had begun to grow past the young hound's facial fur. "You look like Clayton... or Bo."

"A pretty good combination of them both actually," Spike replied. "And some of you and Hunter mixed in too."

"You don't look like a cub anymore that's for sure." Rex said with a sigh to his voice.

Spike eased his way into the bed and under the covers. He was careful to keep his razor sharp claws tucked in so they didn't tear and shred the sheets. The huge muscular male pulled his smaller mate into his arms and held him against his chest for a long time. Rex's breathing returned to the steady soothing rhythm that Spike had come to love these last few days and nights. The young teen was naked, except for his beautiful red and black striped fur, so there was nothing stopping Spike from taking his ass.

And yet... Spike found himself hesitant to disturb Rex's gentle slumber. The hound's huge hands reached out to pet Rex's face and hair in the same way that Clay had done to Spike earlier. The hound's claws played across Rex's wolf ears causing them to twitch slightly and extracting a cute whine from the sleeping teenager. Spike chuckled at Rex and then sighed when the now-younger male buried his face and ears against Spike's fur-covered chest. It was cute to watch, but what Spike was really feeling was love.

"Mmmm," Rex said as he nuzzled his mate's chest fur. His efforts were rewarded when Rex found a thick six-inch nipple hiding in the fur atop Rex's right pec. The teenage hound began to suck hungrily at the teat and was rewarded for his efforts when Spike's chest clenched and began to shoot milk for his hungry mate. "I roove roo Schpike." Rex growled around the teat in his mouth.

Spike smiled and ran his paws over Rex's six-inch horns. Spike's own horns were twice the size of his mate's now, but that only made Spike love his little mate all the more. The hound's cock began to emerge from his sheath as his arousal grew. He finally gave into his instincts and used his tail and arms to push Rex onto his huge rod of wolf-shaped demonic cock. At first Rex was too sleepy to pay much attention to the demonic wolf cock invading his ass, but eventually woke up just enough to look up at Spike's stern focused face and the burning demonic passion in the young hound's eyes.

Spike looked every bit the son and brother of Clayton, Mark, and their family of huge demonic hounds. He was stern, handsome, well-endowed, and muscular enough to make a professional body builder cry in shame. His huge arms, thick legs, and strong hands reminded Rex of his brothers and father. Spike didn't realize it, but he had become everything Rex had ever dreamed of in a male.

"Spike?" Rex whispered as he felt his mate push another few inches of throbbing wolf cock into his ass.

"Wha... what's wrong Rex?" Spike asked in a concerned, but lusty, growling voice.

"Before I first met you at the pet shop I saw this kid and his dad." Rex was forced to pause and grunt when he felt more of that huge, hard demon cock sliding into his ass. Spike was trying to be gentle, but his needs were just too strong. "They had just... ugh... picked out a puppy for themselves."

"I... I think I remember that... oh fuck... yea I do..." Spike said and growled as he leaned forward and sank his fangs into Rex's scruff.

"Well," Rex shuddered at the sensation of his lover's mating bite. He knew Spike's throbbing knot couldn't be too far behind now if the beastly hound was biting his scruff. "I was sad then because I didn't have a dad like that kid, but now..." Spike's knot was thumping against Rex's ass now, and the teen could feel the hound's black pre oozing into his body. "Now I don't feel so sad."

"Wha... whaay ish thaa?" Spike struggled to speak around the fur and flesh in his mouth. He could feel Rex's ass quivering and caving in to his desire to penetrate the smaller male. Spike was so close to tying into his mate!

"I... I have... ah!" Rex cried out in shock as the massive melon-sized knot slammed into his ass hole and sealed him to his mate. Spike snarled as he released his mating bite and then howled out in triumphant release. The lava-hot spray of Spike's molten cum burned at Rex's humanity. The teenager's body began to shift to a more beast-like form and his snout and face finished morphing into that of a full hound. "I have you now." Rex said and finished his statement. "I don't need my mom and dad anymore because I have you to protect me."

Spike nuzzled his mate's furry head and licked his ears a few times. The drool that Spike left behind after licking cooled the young hound's blushing ears and helped to relax Spike's young mate. "You know I would do anything for you Rex. And you have a whole pack to protect you now. You know that right?"

Rex nodded wearily as his head returned to Spike's rock hard fleshy nipple. "I know Spike... I know."

Before long the two males were sound asleep. Spike didn't really need to rest like a human did, but the closeness to his mate, and the fact that they were tied together, lulled the beast into a pleasure-induced slumber. His body and mind were both tired after a long night of fucking and being fucked. There was no telling what tomorrow would bring for the young pack of hell hounds, but Spike knew one thing now. He knew he loved Rex with all his heart, and for a demon there wasn't much in heaven, hell, or on earth that could have stopped Spike from being with Rex at this point in time. Their destinies were tied together as tightly as the knot that was tied into Rex's ass.