The Dog's Bitch-Friend
Story by draconicon on SoFurry
An orc’s canine companion has changed, becoming larger and more sexually aggressive. When the orc attempts to have a good time at a tavern, the hound beats him to it and proceeds to turn the tavern wench into his new bitch.
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[b][u][center]The Dog’s Bitch-Friend
For A-Lycotonum
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
Ever since encountering that woman in the hunting lodge, something had changed for him and his hound. Jir had always been a bit on the quick side for an orc, but these days, it felt like he could run through the woods as if on the limbs of wolves, chasing down anything that caught his fancy.
And if he was stronger, so was Senk, his hound. The wolf-hound had always been quick, but he had never been quite so vicious as he had seen the dog be in the last few weeks. The way that he just chased down the hunt with the urgency of a killer…
And then there were the other, more embarrassing incidents. The times in the taverns when he found the dog curled over the drunks in the corner, hunching his hips and humping between their thighs. So far, none of them had had the chance to see the dog doing what he did, but Jir knew that it was only a matter of time.
The campfire burned between the orc and his dog, and he stared across the flames at Senk. The lanky, thick-shouldered wolf-hound looked back at him, almost seeming to grin before he bent himself in half, lowering his head down between his legs.
There was no missing the sheer size down there, and he was half-sure that Senk had grown since that strange woman had allowed the dog to breed her. It should have been impossible, but that woman was very nearly impossible herself, considering that she had the anatomy of a feral hound between her legs rather than the respectable folds of a woman that walked on two legs.
The fact that she had allowed Senk to just do that, too…
[i]I should have checked her,[/i] the hunter thought as his dog continued to lick around his sheath, encouraging the long red shaft to come free. [i]I should have made sure that she wasn’t something evil…[/i]
For all that he had done his best to keep his dog from violating other people, he could tell that the hound was almost done putting up with his efforts to keep them safe. The dog looked across the fire again, the half-wolf grinning again, this time splaying his hind-legs to show off what he had back there.
And it was a lot, there was no denying that.
Jir did his best not to let a blush rise to his cheeks as he looked at his own dog’s cock, looking at the tapered tip and the way that the knot was already out. It was big, too, nearly as big as his own emerald shaft, and it looked like it would penetrate further than his blunter tool would.
[i]Why did I think that?[/i]
Jir shook his head, lowering himself to the ground. It was time to sleep, not think. In a few days, they’d be passing by a temple. Maybe he could get his dog some help there, see if they could get him to be back to normal.
Maybe.
“Goodnight.”
Senk barked back at him, and he closed his eyes.
#
The next day, they had a bountiful hunt, and they brought a great stag with them through the forest to the next village on the road. The villagers were more than happy to pay them for the carcass, and they were able to eat like kings at the inn for the night. Jir grinned as the girls of the village came to him, leaning on his arms.
[i]This is the life,[/i] he thought, smiling to himself as he wrapped his arms around them in return. [i]Live in the light of Erastil, and one may be rewarded.[/i]
Yet, for all that the women were admiring him, he was all too aware of the way that his wolf-hound stared at him from the floor, or rather, at the women. The way that Senk wagged his tail was different to the past, more soft, more slow, more...patient. There was almost a sinister nature to the dog-smile that he had, too, almost like he was planning something.
For the first time in his life, Jir felt a bit unnerved. He shook his head, looking to his right. The human woman, a brunette that was barely managing to fit into her waitress dress, leaned against him a bit more, and he smiled at her.
“So, care to show a little more...gratitude?” he teased, running his hand down her back.
“Ooh, is that an invitation?”
“Yeah. Back to my room?”
“Sure. Let’s go.”
She was eager, that was for sure. Maybe it was the fact that he was an orc, or maybe there was something else. Maybe she wanted to prove a point. He didn’t care. He needed to get away from Senk.
Yet, the dog followed them up the stairs, padding along ever so casually, ever so cockily. No matter how Jir looked down at the wolf-hound, the dark-furred beast followed them with the same ease that he did everything else.
And more to the point, he didn’t obey when Jir pointed back to the common room. No. He just grinned, following behind, and then at their side as the orc slowed.
[i]Why...that’s new…[/i]
He didn’t know what to think as his dog got ahead of them, stopping at the exact room that was to be his for the night. The waiting woman didn’t say anything, just unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Before Jir could follow, Sent made his move. The wolf-hound leaped for the waitress, knocking her to the ground. She yelped in shock, her dress flying up over her hips, and the wolf-hound jumped on her back, hunching his hips again and again.
“Senk!”
Jir whistled as he shut the door, more for the woman’s modesty than anything else. He whistled again when the wolf-hound didn’t respond.
He didn’t have a chance for a third whistle before the brunette suddenly arched her back, gasping, her eyes wide, her mouth open...and her tongue slowly hanging out.
“Oooooh god…”
She moaned. She actually moaned as she took the wolf-hound’s cock between her legs. The hunter stared, his mouth hanging open in plain shock as he watched her thrust her hips back, meeting the wolf-hound’s thrusts, taking his cock deeper inside of her. Somehow, she was dripping already, her pussy leaving strings of her juices rolling out of her to the wooden floor below.
[i]How…[/i]
He stared at his hound, and Senk turned to look back, smirking in the most vile, disturbing way. The wolf-hound slowed down just a bit, pulling his hips back as if showing off just how much dick he had shoved down the woman’s pussy.
It was the exact same move that Jir had used before he had joined the church, the same way that he showed off to humans that wanted to see how ‘worthless’ they were before the sheer size that orcs sported between their legs.
“Did you...did you just…”
He tried to grab for the wolf-hound’s collar, but Senk snapped, growling back at him. Normally, he would have just grabbed the collar anyway, but this time, instinct made him step back. It made him step away.
It made him...hard.
[i]Alpha fucking bitch,[/i] popped into his head, and he didn’t know what it meant. But it seemed to be right. The big dog was fucking his bitch, and the orc didn’t get to have a turn. His cheeks burned, but his cock actually started to throb in his pants as he watched his dog fuck the woman that was supposed to be his lay for the night.
She was gasping and moaning for it, too, thrusting her hips back, her head down to the floor like a proper bitch. When Jir tried to undo his pants, she laughed between moans.
“Keep it in your pants, greenskin. If I’d known that this guy could do this...ho fuck...ho fuck…”
The orc didn’t know what to say. Something was wrong, he knew that much, but what was he supposed to do when the human was telling him to not do something? She was...she was enjoying this far more than she should.
He watched helplessly, and just as helplessly rubbed himself through his pants. He shouldn’t have been doing that, he knew, but there was nothing that he could do to stop himself. It was like something else had taken control, leaving him helpless but to tease himself as Senk - no, as his alpha - fucked the human before him.
The wolf-hound hunched his hips again and again, his tail up high, showing off as his balls slapped the woman’s clit again and again. The dog was having the time of his life, it seemed, slamming in over and over and over again, burying his bone and his knot at the same time, even as it grew large enough to start slowing him down.
In and out, in and out, and Jir could only stare helplessly from the side as he watched that tapered, fat, pink…
No, not pink. That cock was a different color now. Pink, red, with a bit of black swirling around it. It was not just a dog cock anymore, he realized. It was a hellhound’s prick.
His eyes went wide, but it was too late. Senk buried himself in the brunette’s pussy, cumming inside of her. As he did, Jir watched the darkness seep out of his dog and into the human, watched as her pussy swelled beyond what it should have been like, watched as her clit was slowly enfolded in the beginning of a bitch’s cookie-shaped sex. It wasn’t a full transformation, but it was the start.
He wanted to say something, to tell her, but Senk growled. The hound turned to him and full-on growled at him, holding the tone until he dropped down to his knees, too. The wolf-hound nodded, slowly rolling around to be butt-to-butt with the human woman. She was still panting, still gasping, her body shaking…
And she was still the hound’s bitch.
[i]Oh Erastil...what have we done…[/i]
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]