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Business was not, as they say, booming. The cream-furred feline’s dark tail flicked in agitation, wanting to do something more proactive than listening. Cassius was at the guild hall for the third day in a row, eavesdropping for ideas to bring back to Oro, his ‘apprentice’. Thus far, no quests had come up to slay a beast of alchemical value, nor did their shop have the gold to find an expedition for exciting reagents. He leaned on the table, weighing up whether it was better to waste another day in the hall, or return to his business partner paws-empty. Then, the cat’s dark ears perked up.

“I swear I’m addicted to that wolf. I need to see him again, but he never said his name!”

“I know the one. Just being around him, I feel happy, y’know?”

That was… something. Better than nothing. To a master alchemist such as Cassius, it smelled like a lead. His vast knowledge assured him there were chemicals capable of swaying the mind, so it was well withing the realm of possibility that this wolf was using it to sway women. Pursuing that felt more useful than sitting around amongst adventurers, so Cassius stood.

The cat boy asked around, starting with the girls who seemed very excited to find this wolf again, then turned to others as his information pool grew. He still didn’t have a name, though he did manage to get a likely location - an inn in the shady part of town. Cassius made his way there, doing his best to avoid eye contact with unscrupulous types and move quickly, lest the desperate think he had something worth stealing just because he wore a fine, frilly top. In good time he reached the inn, thankfully without issue, and was certain he’d come to the right place.

“Fucking breed me! Duke! Mmrf, DUKE!”

Now he had a name. The woman screaming in pleasurable throes could be heard from outside, and as Cassius entered he saw a rather ashamed inn keeper. The feline followed the sounds of mind-breaking sex until he hit a wall. Not a physical barrier, but the edge of an intense scent. Precautions, ingrained from his years of training, made him tie a cloth around his nose before going further. Even through the fabric, he could smell the pungent aroma of sex soaking into everything, yet it wasn’t unpleasant in any sense. Just as the girl from the guild claimed, the ineffable musk made Cassius happy somehow. There was something afoot, and he knew he hadn’t wasted his time coming here.

Rounding the corner into the inn room proper revealed the wolf in question, kneeling behind a black-furred sergal. Neither gave any hint of noticing Cassius and continued to rut unbothered. Duke was a timber wolf of various brown patterns, muscular but nothing noteworthy. He fucked the sergal with a thick, delicious looking canine cock-

Where had that thought come from?

Cassius coughed and backed away to the far side of the hall. The cloth wasn’t enough, and whatever the wolf was using started to affect his thoughts. A lifetime of personally testing experimental potions made the feline extremely drug resistant, yet he could feel his vision beginning to distort and his thoughts warp anyway. He wanted to say something, but it would be rude to interrupt the handsome wolf. It was rather enjoyable watching the wolf utterly dominate the woman beneath him anyhow, so he opted to silently watched instead.

Duke drove his conquest into orgasm after orgasm, absolutely ruining the bed as well as the sergal’s mind. She seemed to go mad, like the wolf’s mere cock had whipped her into a desperate frenzy. When he finally knotted her, she screamed things that would have killed a nun. The bulge of knotted canine dick in her abdomen became slowly replaced by a belly paunch as Duke’s load filled her. As his thick baby-batter rounded her out, the sergal’s pupils dilated massively, as if she’d been permanently robbed of something. Finally, the sexy wolf sighed and turned to face the doorway.

“What is it?”

His words snapped Cassius out of whatever trance he was in. Alarmingly, he realised the cloth had fallen from his face some time ago. He covered his nose with a hasty paw and replied, “Duke, is it? I’ve heard things about you. Care to drop by my shop so we can do some tests?”

The wolf leaned over to grope the sergal’s heavy breasts, who obediently arched her back in response. He answered with a question of his own, unfazed by having a conversation while balls-deep in a girl, “What’s in it for me?”

“I can offer you… Potions.”

“Potions?”

The store didn’t have much to pay with, so potions was all Cassius could offer. He swallowed and put on his best customer service voice, “Potions of strength, speed, vitality! Elixirs of health, energy, virility! A draught that can change your gender or your species, you name it. Let me run some tests and perhaps take some samples, and you could leave with an armful.”

The wolf stroked his chin with one paw, still groping the writhing sergal with the other. Then, he humped her a few more times, forcing the cum-brained girl to squeal incomprehensibly, then pulled out of her. A deluge of creamy seed spilled out to ruin the bed further, causing Cassius’ heart skipped a beat.

“Sure. Where to?”

The door to the shop swung inward, ringing the brass bell attached to the frame. Oro, the co-owner of the establishment, looked up from the disappointing ledger in hope of customers. He smiled at the return of his feline ‘master’, then raised an eyebrow at the wolf following behind. The brown dog stepped around the counter and past a shelf of colourful glass bottles he’d meant to shine yesterday. With an awkward bow, Oro addressed the stranger.

“Welcome to the finest potion shop in town,” he said, then turned to his feline friend, “I hope you weren’t gone for three days to bring us one customer.”

“Not at all. Duke has some fascinating natural properties I believe we can use to revitalise this place!” he responded, gesturing to the fully stocked shelves with nobody perusing them.

“Is that so.” Oro turned to the wolf and appraised him. “What’s your deal then?” Duke wasn’t particularly tall; somewhere between the short feline’s 5’1” and his own 5’11” stature. He wore plain clothing and a sort of smug grin that said I know something you don’t. All in all, rather average. Unremarkable.

“People say I smell real good, and that they’re addicted to fucking me. I reckon it’s true.”

Oro rolled his eyes. Where did Cass find this one. Probably just a novice alchemist taking advantage of some lust-inducing reagents, if his nose was accurate. It was amateur stuff, worth asking the wolf where he got his ingredients and nothing more. Oro rolled his eyes.

“Sure. I leave him in your capable hands, my apprentice.”

Cassius pouted and raised his hackles; people always assumed Oro was the master based on appearance, and now the handsome wolf would think the same.

“I’ll do some tests and give Duke a couple potions for his time. We’ll be in the back-!”

“Fine, fine, just not the gender transformation, we’ve only got the one in stock. I expect to see a report of your findings, apprentice.”

Oro returned to the ledger to scrutinise it for any unseen solutions, leaving Cassius to chuff in indignation. I’ll show him, the feline thought as he turned to Duke, whose attention was fixed upon the sole pink elixir on its velvet cushion. For some reason, a reason he would soon attempt to uncover, Cassius felt his worries ease away in the wolf’s presence. Little did he know, he was already under the lupine’s influence.

“Hey, Duke. I’ll take you into the lab. You okay with me getting some samples?”

He shrugged, still grinning in that smug way. “Sure. Go for it.”

Cassius led him into a back room, leaving his colleague with the storefront. They passed through a short hallway, containing a staircase that went to an office and their bedrooms, then into a room opposite. It was dark until the cat activated the chemical lamp, bathing the alchemy lab in a yellow-green neon. Countless glass tools and strange contraptions littered the tables, and even parts of the floor. Very few of them actually held anything.

Cassius grabbed a few of the empty vials and some loose papers, then dragged a wooden chair over to a crate. As they sat in close proximity, he couldn’t help but smell the wolf’s unique scent; it was like the aroma back at the inn, but muted now. Cassius chuffed it out of his nose then held up a vial.

“Let’s start with fluid samples. Get some saliva in this please.”

“Sure.”

He obediently dribbled in the first one. Cassius capped it and set it in a rack.

“Want a urine sample too?”

The cat scrunched his nose, then pondered what samples he did want. There was something he wanted, though the idea was definitely the product of the canine’s influence on his mind. He would not say it, and he didn’t need to; Duke knew exactly what his gifts were and how to use them. The wolf began to strip, first with his plain shirt then his loose pants. Before Cassius could interrupt, Duke used his dominant growl.

“How about a semen sample. That’ll work better for your potions won’t it?”

Cassius gulped. That was probably true, but they could never sell potions like that! Maybe if they labelled it as ‘creature by-products’, or distilled the wolf’s semen until it was morally acceptable. A hundred flimsy reasons passed through the cat’s mind as he watched Duke strip down to his bulging boxers, then those came off too.

The cock he’d glimpsed back at the inn was now bare in front of him, gently hanging under its own weight and making him imagine faint emanating clouds from how fucking musky it was. The wolf’s scent was like a slap across the nose, yet it was anything but unpleasant. That feeling only grew as Duke began to stroke himself, working that crimson shaft until it was full length. Cassius watched with fascination, taking mental notes on how their huge balls or the oily sheen on their length might be contributing to the arousing scent.

All Duke saw, however, was another victim succumbing to his natural charms. He watched the cat’s eyes lose focus as they gazed at his cock, seemingly hypnotised by the way he rubbed himself. There were plenty of tricks he could use to move things along, though the simplest was always enough.

“Don’t make me do all the work. You want a sample, don’t ya?”

“R-right.”

Cassius was fighting himself, struggling to remember why he shouldn’t be this close to the subject. There was a reason. A reason he shouldn’t touch the source of that wonderful scent. If he couldn’t remember, it couldn’t have been that important, right? The decision was robbed from him when the wolf’s paw enclosed around his own, then forced it down onto their thick shaft. It was hot, and slick, and he wanted to taste it. Duke leaned back as Cassius began to stroke up and down, then started using both paws just so he could encircle the wolf’s girth.

“Good girl~”

Cassius blushed. He wasn’t a girl, but it felt wrong to correct the wolf. Instead, he kept kneeling on the alchemy lab floor, jerking off the sexy wolf. He didn’t remember getting up from the crate, or why he was giving Duke a double hand job. Things blurred for the cat, like he was recalling the events of a night of drinking while it was happening. His mind, slowing down with each passing moment, filled with fog comprised entirely of the wolf’s hypnotic musk. Strong wolf paws enclosed around the feline’s head, clamping his mouth shut and blocking his nose. His struggle was feeble, like he was sluggishly moving underwater. Then, Duke pulled him into their crotch and released just his nose. On reflex, Cassius inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with oxygen filtered through the musky fur of their sheath. In an instant, his world spun then settled.

“Hey cat, you’ve got to test these samples too.”

Cassius looked up at Duke with adoration in his eyes, then he felt the tip of their tapered length press to his lips. Without objection, he opened up to allow their length inside. The intelligence was gone, wiped out by a hit directly from the source of Duke’s devilish pheromones. The cat had turned into a mewling slave for Duke, eager to service them however he could. Cassius obediently bobbed his head, working to get the samples out of him.

For a while, Duke laid back to enjoy the cute kitty sucking him off. Then his wolfish ears perked to the sounds of movement towards the front of the store – it was too soon for the dog to find out. He easily manhandled the cat to their feet and stumbled out together into a door at the back. It swung outward, leaving the two in an alleyway between the potion shop and another establishment. People could be seen walking the street barely a dozen metres away, yet nobody had noticed them. At least, not yet.

Cassius stumbled about, drunk and dazed from his tainted senses. Duke met no resistance in pushing the feline against the shop wall before tugging their pants and undergarments down. Whatever personality he’d previously had ceased to exist under the dominant wolf. He felt that tapered tip drag across his rear, then tease his tailhole. A more intelligent Cassius would have noted the tingling reaction where Duke’s precum seeped onto their pucker, and would have been quite alarmed. Instead, the hypnotised cat pushed back against the stud and mewled in submission.

“My good girl~”

Duke leaned in, causing him to moan out load as they gradually spread him wide on their length. The noise caused a few strangers to linger at the mouth of the alleyway; some moved on quicker than others, while a few stayed. It was a small town. It was highly likely that some of them knew Cassius, but he didn’t care about that at all. The only thing that mattered was his master’s knotted cock impaling him, making him feel better every second. A copious amount of pre thankfully made it a painless experience, though the cat wouldn’t dare complain. Duke’s cock was a gift, and they were about to bless him with their essence.

A small part in the back of Cassius’ mind knew something as incredibly wrong, and an even smaller part cared. He felt more than a simple dog cock in his ass, there was something else at play. Unnatural urges to love and serve the wolf crept in, and it was those same urges that prevented him from resisting. Why would he? It felt so good to be Duke’s bitch. The cat heard a gasp from the end of the alley, and became aware of a small crowd watching him get claimed by the sexy wolf. Dozens of eyes, watching his body get reshaped around his new master’s cock.

Feline cum splattered across the wall, forced out in a handful of shots every time Duke’s knot slammed into his ass. Cassius mewled like a bitch, then moaned when the wolf increased his pace. He’d brought a stranger to his establishment, and now they were going to breed his tailhole. A few of the onlookers rubbed themselves through their clothing, affected by the smell of Duke’s rutting just as Cassius was back at the inn. It was back then that Duke knew he would claim the cat, and now he had a greater plan in mind.

Thick wolf knot pounded the alchemist’s abused tailhole open, then shlorped in as they finally tied. A heartbeat later, Duke growled and hunched over his new slave as he dumped his heavy nuts into them. As he seeded Cassius’ insides, in more ways than one, he took something as well. Something that wouldn’t be missed, and would be freely given if the cat realised his true nature. Just like the sergal, their belly rounded out with the contents of his load, then deflated as he abruptly pulled out.

An audible pop echoed through the alley way – one of the voyeurs came – and steaming wolf spunk pooled at their feet. Duke wiped himself off on the cat’s furry ass, then took a step back to revel in the satisfaction of another soul claimed. Cassius fell as another orgasm took him by surprise, this one fuelled by Duke’s cum itself; whereas the wolf’s scent had hypnotic properties, his cum was addictive. The moment his pure seed splashed across the cat’s insides, he gained an intense craving that was immediately satisfied, like a feline discovering catnip for the first time.

The small crowd began to disperse and spread rumours as Cassius began to collect himself. The feline struggled to his knees, then bowed to Duke as one of his pets. Mind-broken, cum-brained, hypnotised, brainwashed, whatever you want to call it. Now that the moment was over, Cassius knew what was affecting him, and he loved it. Nothing else mattered, as long as he could huff the wolf’s balls and be their fuck toy.

“M-master, fuck me again please. I beg you.”

This was something Duke was familiar with, and planned for. He tousled his new pet’s hair with a loving paw, then whispered, “I’ve got a task for you, then you can ride me all night~”

Cassius reappeared with Duke in tow, holding some papers and looking more cheerful than ever. The sun was setting by then, and the dog had had no luck finding some unaccounted gold. Oro checked his empty mug, then turned his attention to the chipper feline. His apprentice slapped down a sheaf of papers, as well as a short and cylindrical white block.

“What’s this?”

“My report! Duke has some very pleasant natural pheromones, which would certainly be useful in perfumes. I couldn’t figure out a use for it in our potions, but maybe you can. I infused some of his scent into this candle. I suggest you light it while you read.”

Oro was taken aback; he hadn’t expected anything to come of the wolf. A quick glance over Cassius’ notes was promising, and he could already see potential for a new mixture to draw in customers. He patted them on the shoulder and gave a warm smile.

“Well done. I’ll read through it tonight.” He squinted back and forth between the two, sensing some sort of tension in the air. “Everything good..?”

“We… yep. All done I think.”

Oro raised an eyebrow, but maybe he was just tired. “I see. Give Duke his potions, then can you close up shop please? I’ll get started on this.” He said, raising the papers.

The master alchemist left the other two downstairs while he retired to his bedroom and office. He laid out the report, sniffed the waxy block appreciatively, then struck a match. Darkness crept in, held only at bay by the apprentice’s candle as it flickered and filled the room with a pleasant aroma. Cassius was right, Duke would certainly be useful for those interested in perfumes. Unfortunately, there was nothing solid in the cat’s report to give the dog any ideas for new potions. He sighed right before there was a knock at the door. A moment later, Cassius entered with a mug in hand.

“A drink, my friend. Something sweet to lighten the mood..?”

“Thank you, Cassius.”

He took the mug and went to take a sip, then studied the consistency. He wasn’t even sure what it was. Tea? Coffee? It seemed to have froth at the top.

“Cass, what-“

“Cream. You’ll like it. It’s one of my favourites~”

There was an edge to the cat’s words, something nefarious that he couldn’t pin, though he wasn’t too fussed. The candle had done its job soothing his nerves, and the mug inches from his snout smelled so very tasty. Cassius closed the door on the way out, leaving the dog to stew in a mixture of Duke’s pheromones. It was a strange feeling, growing horny without any clear reason as to why. Something was clouding his thoughts, and something compelled him to drink deeply from the musky drink. As a trained alchemist, there was nothing but alarm bells ringing from what his senses were picking up, yet those inhibitions were strangely muted.

Very odd. The brew his colleague had brought him wasn’t hot enough to be tea or coffee, though it did have some warmth to it. He lifted the mug and lapped the surface off with his tongue, tasting the- What was he doing?? Oro’s heart lurched as a cocktail of chemicals spread across his mouth, quickly invading his body. He was smarter than this, there was no way he’d just lick a suspicious drink, much less slurp deeply; he was an alchemist in a hazardous potion shop godamnit!

Oro dropped the mug, letting it clatter and spill on the floorboards after realising he’d slurped up more of the delicious liquid. It lingered on his lips. He licked them. A million alarming thoughts buzzed around in the dog’s mind while his body went on autopilot, kneeling down to lap at the addictive beverage before it soaked away.

He came to his senses, perhaps a minute later, kneeling under the desk with his chair carelessly knocked onto its side. His body felt hot, he was panicking, and then his body felt tight. Oro knew the effects of their gender transformation potion better than anyone, other than Cassius, and instantly realised he had been tricked into drinking one. Pleasure wracked his body as he stumbled downstairs, then out into the shop floor. In the dim light of Duke’s musky candle, he could see the barren velvet cushion.

Cassius stepped out from behind him, carrying the half-empty bottle in question. The cat looked fanatical, like he’d succeeded in fulfilling his misguided goals. He purred as he uncorked the pink potion, then drank the contents himself. Oro leaned heavily on the counter, clutching his tingling chest as that sexy, shirtless wolf emerged from the hallway. He walked up behind Cassius and put a possessive paw on their ass, making the cat shudder like a subservient pet.

“What did you do?” Oro asked, struggling not to moan. The transformation was supposed to feel good, but not this good.

Cassius shivered in Duke’s grip as the wolf answered for him, “Your boy gave you a taste of your future, as my bitch.”

Oro wilted, wanting to both retreat and approach the confident stud. Instead of being outraged, he felt uncanny affection for reasons just outside his comprehension. It was hard to think, like something soft was interrupting his thoughts – a calming blanket laid over his mind, made from musk and whatever else was in that tasty drink. Oro squirmed, rubbing his legs together as his pants tented out helplessly. Every passing moment left him hornier, and made the wolf more attractive. Soon it would be too late for him to resist their advances, if he hadn’t already passed that threshold.

Cassius’ changes overtook his own, since they’d drunk more of the potion than him, causing the frilly v-neck of their top to fill out with cleavage. The feline eagerly disrobed to reveal their androgynous body rapidly becoming feminine. Their kitty cock remained, likely because they didn’t drink the full amount required. They began to stroke themself while fondling his new breasts, enjoying the best of both worlds.

Meanwhile, Duke stalked over to Oro, whose indecision made them an easy target. The dog shrunk a couple inches, while the wolf seemed to grow somehow. There was a glint in his eye, more than a mere predator hunting prey. Something far more malicious, and sinister. It made Oro shiver not in fear, but anticipation. Duke dragged a dangerous claw down the smaller dog’s front, popping his shirt buttons before undoing his pants. Once the fabric parted, Oro’s hefty length sprung up, fully erect in the wolf’s arousing aura.

“Nice tool. Shame you won’t be using it…”

Duke’s paws roamed his sides, his chest, feeling his pecs beginning to expand, and growled in satisfaction. Oro could feel the wolf’s intimidating bulge pressing into his rear, and he knew where it would soon be going. Duke’s loose pants lowered to free their angry red shaft, allowing it to slide under his tail, which lifted on instinct. He could have run at any moment before, and even now could be trying to escape. There was no chance he would, though. Not with his master so close to claiming him. Oro squeezed his eyes shut. No, that’s not how I am, right?

He continued to let his owner feel him up while he looked over at Cassius, getting a preview of what would soon be happening to him. The feminine feline was leaning against a shelf with a paw diving in between his legs. Or perhaps, her legs, since she had a pair of full breasts and was fingering what sounded like a very, very wet pussy hidden behind her balls. Cass moaned, clearly enjoying her womanly figure. It was so unlike the Cassius Oro knew, making him wonder what exactly the wolf had done to them, and would be doing to him.

Oro felt cool air touch a place between his legs that didn’t exist before, then felt Duke’s warm fingers pass behind his fuzzy orbs. There, just like Cass, he’d developed a glistening slit. The wolf’s digits plunged inside, forcing a lusty groan out of him. Oro leaned into their chest and looked back at him, surprised to see the wolf’s fangs had gotten sharper, and dark red horns had sprouted from his skull. The cogs slowly turned in his head, putting all the clues together through the molasses of distracted senses.

Hypnotic musk, addictive cum, calming presence, unnatural influence, the horns. Duke was an infernal being. A hellhound.

“Submit.”

It was a command he couldn’t ignore. He wanted to obey, he wanted to suck the wolf’s cock, he wanted to bend over and present himself for his new master, so why didn’t he? The last of Oro’s will struggled to come up with an answer. There was something else, masquerading as his will, trying to corrupt him from the inside, and it was succeeding. The promise of pleasure was right behind him, grinding a perfect wolf cock against his ass, and it was going to happen even if he didn’t want it. So why resist? Bit by bit, Oro’s willpower crumbled away to reveal a horny pet, eager to be claimed by his new master. He leaned over the counter, legs apart and obediently waiting for the inevitable.

“ Good girl.”

Oro shivered as he nearly came on the spot. His large cock throbbed, dribbling male arousal while his female slit leaked in kind. Duke took position behind him and slid right in, parting Oro’s new folds with practiced ease. He’d expected it to feel good, but the pleasure was earth-shattering. The dog moaned like a bitch in heat, and maybe she was. The pressure in Oro’s chest grew as her breasts came in, expanding to match Cass’ size, then growing further. More and more, the flesh filled out until Oro had a pair of supple pillows to rest on while her master rutted.

She rocked against the counter every time Duke pounded into her rear and moaned so loud her voice grew sore. She couldn’t help it, not with the mind-bending pleasure he was forcing into her body. And it was exactly that – sex so good it rewrote her brain. Each time that thick wolf cock spread her a little wider, a part of Oro was erased, leaving behind a beast that craved breeding. There was still a small part of him, the old Oro, that hoped someone would save him, or snap her out of it. The chances of freedom grew slimmer, and the promise of becoming Duke’s sex pet ever closer.

The hellhound fucked Oro over the counter until she forgot why she didn’t want this, while Cass mewled desperately for attention. She rocked her body back to meet Duke’s thrusts, and at some point had started mixing begging in between her wanton moans. All she could think about was how badly she wanted the stud to knot her pussy, and breed her full of infernal pups. That was her purpose, wasn’t it? Or was she an alchemist? It made sense that she was Duke’s personal bitch, since she was wailing like a whore and squeezing his cock. Why would she want to be anything else when being a hellhound’s fuck toy felt so fucking good?

Finally, that glorious knot popped in and sealed her fate. There was no more escape for Oro, and soon she would never consider it again. The infernal wolf’s balls pulled taut, then a stream of molten spunk painted her newly-formed womb. His seed, corrupting and addictive, did exactly what it was meant to do as millions of swimmers overfilled Oro’s womb. The previously male dog was granted an all-consuming heat as well as an addiction to Duke’s cum, both of which were then immediately satiated.

Oro almost had a seizure while she painted the underside of the counter in doggy cum from the intensity of her climax. The pleasure was overwhelming, indescribable, and would become a feeling she’d chase for the rest of her life as Duke’s pet. When she cummed her brains out, that last fragment of free will and a portion of the dog’s soul went with it, making Oro just another one of the hellhound’s successful conquests. Her belly swelled with her master’s seed, just as it would soon swell with his pups. She panted over the counter, slowly coming down from the height of her orgasm. The intersex dog looked over her shoulder with nothing but love and adoration in her eyes.

“I’m yours, master.”

“You always were.”

Duke claimed Cass again afterwards, this time in the cat’s pussy, giving her a proper breeding just like Oro. He fucked them both again after that, then the trio set to work. The hellhound supplied the ‘materials’, while his new pets obediently used their expertise to concoct a new line of potions. By morning, the shelves were fully stocked with cloudy white bottles, flecked with streaks of crimson. Oro and Cass got fucked several more times during the night, each session corrupting them a little more.

The next day, Oro and Cass took turns attracting customers to their store. How you ask? Why, with their bodies of course. The intersex girls were stunningly attractive, and flaunted that to the best of their ability. Cass even took a few strangers into alleyways to ‘convince’ them why they should visit the potion shop. While one advertised out on the streets, the other was behind the counter, selling dozens of potions to the customers overcrowding the store. And behind them, was Duke. Whoever worked the counter was getting bred by the sexy wolf, and they didn’t even try to hide it. The brown wolf plunged his thick cock into whichever girl it was, making her tits bounce for all the customers to see.

A few were sceptical and disapproving of the potion store’s methods, but once they were inside and could smell what all the fuss was about, they too became light-headed and eager to purpose a potion or two. What did these wonderful elixirs do? Whatever the heart desires. That’s what they told everyone, and in a way that was true. Once somebody drank the hellhound cum-concoction, they’d be under Duke’s spell. The potions sold like hot cakes, yet the three shopkeepers seemed to have an endless supply.

A week later, nearly everyone in town had drunk one of their potions. Those who weren’t willing to do so became very willing once Duke’s followers pinned them down and forced them to huff cloth marinated in the wolf’s musk. What had started as the hellhound having a bit of fun in the backstreets turned into what was very much an infernal cult, with Duke at the centre of its worship.

A group of slaves, along with a newly inducted thrall, made their way through the empty streets to a warehouse at the edge of town. Therein, was Duke’s harem; There were hundreds of townsfolk in the building, all sporting beautiful breasts and wet pussies, as well as a cock if they were male before. They clustered around the infernal wolf, who had grown larger with his rise in power, obediently waiting their turns to be bred again or fucked each other in a mass orgy. The warehouse reeked of sex and musk, which was exactly how the hellhound’s harem wanted it.

Duke pulled his cum-coated length out of a hellhound’s spade. Though she barely resembled her anymore, it was Cass, the former feline master alchemist. As one of Duke’s favourites, the repeated sex had taken its toll, corrupting her into a feral hellhound bitch in constant heat and stealing fragments of her soul until none remained – a fate that would befall all of his servants. She whined needily, already missing the feeling of her master’s knot in her ebony spade, even as his cum dribbled out. The anthro hellhound rubbed her flank affectionately, then turned his attention to Oro.

The former male dog looked almost exactly like Cass, also being a feral hellhound with a dog’s spade, twitching and dripping in sodden anticipation. She wasn’t left waiting long, as Duke slid into her, making Oro whimper submissively and push back against the infernal wolf. He began to pound away at the feral, breeding her like he did all day, every day. This was Oro’s life now, as well as the lives of many others. It was her and Cass that caused this by tricking the town into becoming Duke’s pets. They held no regret, and only wished they had hands to create more wonderful potions.

Alas, Oro and the rest of the harem had a new purpose; they would carry Duke’s hellish pups, and expand his domain with their offspring. Their numbers would grow, and so would the cult. Duke’s influence would spread over the lands, corrupting all it touched. And once everything belonged to her master, she would still be there at his side, getting impregnated to provide the perfect wolf another litter of hellhounds.