Affectionate Antipathy

Willing herself to remain motionless, Sahira cracked open an eye and peered out on the world. She’d slept wondrously, drifting off in the warm, safe confines of her hut after a day of self-indulgent rest and relaxation, although what should have been a contented morning afterwards was anything but. As she gazed across the cold, unyielding earth beneath her and over to a row of steel doors, her mind went to work.

The first thing she noticed was that she was on the ground, feeling dirt and grit against her bare body - the second was the smell. The stink of unwashed mongrels was overpowering, so potent that it dominated her sense of smell, and she could hear a number of the beasts nearby. It appeared as though she’d been kidnapped and brought to a kennel of some sort, yet how she got there and where there was were both mysteries.

She remained still several minutes, lying in wait for any would-be aggressors to make themselves known, before eventually springing to her feet and whipping around in a circle. While she’d seen no sign of him, she felt confident that there was a very specific bastard who’s whisked her away from her home - Shaka. Making a fist and swearing vengeance, she spit contemptuously.

There had been a considerable number of creatures who’d sworn harm upon her over the years, but none were as detestable as Shaka. Try as she might to humble him, reminding him time and again that she was not to be trifled with, he’d insisted on prolonging their little dance. She’d initially assumed that he was some sort of twisted sycophant who was so deluded by his hauteur that he’d convinced himself that he could win her over with his paltry tricks, although that was becoming harder and harder to believe.

The bitter truth of the matter, laughable though it was, was that he genuinely seemed to think he could beat her. Nopony, be they a zebra or otherwise, could ever defeat her - she’d know, she’d bested every adversary who’d ever been foolish enough to stand against her. He, like all the rest, would ultimately regret his transgressions against her - even if she was forced to resort to less savory means to do it.

“Am I to stand here all day, or are you going to reveal yourself and your scheme, my love?” she called out, turning and holding her arms wide.

Several canines barked in response, yapping incessantly from her voice, yet Shaka, if he truly was the culprit behind her abduction, remained unseen and unheard. Stymied, she wrinkled her nose and crossed to one of the large, steel doors. Within the small room was, to her amusement, a large, slavering, and muscular hellhound.

She checked every cell, all six of them, and discovered that they all held an abyssal canine of some variety - that was, until she reached the last. Instead of an infernal mongrel, the final pen contained a cerberus. Hellhounds were rare creatures, so scarce that one could live their entire life without seeing one in person, although the three-headed sort were nigh unheard of outside of eccentric collectors, ponies who had more bits than common sense, and spellshapers who valued prestige over their own lives.

She couldn’t see the creature especially well, only making out its silhouette in the dim light of its confines, yet her curiosity was immediately piqued.

Sticking her hand through the steel bars, merely wishing to introduce herself, she recoiled when the beast snapped at her. “Ìgbọràn, aja…”

Her words rang hollow, lacking no more power than her lungs afforded, and she scowled. She made no second attempt to make the command, understanding in an instant that something was amiss. While she closed her eyes and concentrated, try to discern precisely why her ability of suggestion had failed spectacularly, her thoughts darkened.

Running a hand down her chest and over her abdomen, she brought her fingertips to her groin. It was faint, the sort of thing any ordinary shaman would have missed, but an arcane seal had been placed just above her marehood. So far as she could tell, leaning on her instincts and a reasonable deduction, her talents had been locked away behind an enchantment.

She threw her hands up and spun in place. “Is this really what we’re doing today? I’m disappointed in you Shaka. Did our last soiree inspire this?”

Again, she received no reply from her captor. There was a bit of irony to the situation, waking up in the company of several hellhounds and a lone cerberus, although the novelty was lost on her. Unless she got her powers back quickly, a direct confrontation with Shaka would be disastrous. Marching to the far end of the structure, she tried the exit and found it locked.

Wonderful - she was stuck in a kennel with a bunch of infernal dogs. The few windows within the building were too high for her to reach, there was only one door that led out of the sprawling chamber, and there didn’t appear to be anything she could use to escape. Glancing over at a desk and chair, the only two pieces of furniture within the place, she pursed her lips.

She’d missed it earlier, too indisposed with other matters, but there was what looked to be a note sitting on the work table. Whoever had brought her to this place, be it Shaka or some other imbecile, surely had something in store for her - to do otherwise was utterly nonsensical. One didn’t kidnap one of the most powerful shamans in existence merely to act as a dog sitter!

Crossing to the desk, she snatched up the piece of paper and started to read.

My dearest Sahira

As you’ve undoubtedly grasped at this point, I’ve taken the liberty to muzzle your skills for the foreseeable future - that is, unless you’re willing to indulge in a small game. One of the hounds you’re stowed away with holds the key to your release, a sigil on its not that, once locked within that delightfully taut little cunt, will unlock your magic. All you have to do is sate the aforementioned mongrel, and you’ll be allowed to leave.

While I would have loved to bear witness to you being tied to those lovable little beasties, I’m afraid I have matters that demand my undivided attention. Do try to enjoy yourself, give your newfound friends lots of affection, and don’t make too much of a mess. I’ll see you soon, my sweet.

Warmest regards,

S

She crumpled the piece of paper in her fist and spat. That son of a bitch - he’d trapped her here, robbed her of her skills, and expected her to give her body to literal animals! Were she not as shameless and depraved as she was, she would have been thoroughly dismayed - still, the fact that he wasn’t even going to watch her get knotted by the hounds in question was frankly offensive.

“Imbecile,” she hissed. Glancing over and to a light switch on the wall, she sighed. “May as well see what we’re working with.”

Once she’d rummaged about in the desk and found a set of keys, none of which fitting the locked door leading to freedom, she turned on the lights. None of the enclosures had been particularly well lit, only illuminated by the light spilling in from the corridor running the length of the building, so she hadn’t been able to fully appreciate her impending lovers beforehand. As she traipsed down the aisle and took stock of the various creatures, admiring their looks and savage expressions, her eyes were continually drawn to the last cell.

She slowed and smiled as she peered in at the cerberus. The monster was huge, nearly standing at eye level with her, and it held her gaze without shying away. A beast of its size had to be packing some serious heat, with a knot that could keep her tied to it for easily the better part of an hour, but that was the problem - it was too obvious.

It was so plainly evident that Shaka wished for her to unleash the cerberus, wanting her to think that the largest mongrel would be the one with the sigil on its dick, that it couldn’t be the solution to her conundrum. Smirking and shaking her head, she quietly snickered to herself. The predicament she was in wouldn’t be solved easily, and she was begrudgingly entertained that she he’d gone to such lengths to torment her.

Stewing on the mattress at hand, she thoughtfully tapped a foot. If the cerberus wasn’t the answer, one of the other canines was, yet that didn’t help narrow things down. There were five of the other beasts cooped up with her, each separated by cinder blocks and an iron gate, and it wasn’t like she could ask which of them could liberate her.

Easing himself down to his haunches, Shaka peered through the door at Sahira. He’d pondered long and hard on how to repay her for her last stunt, and he was inordinately pleased with the creative conclusion he’d come to. Since she’d confessed to having fortunated with lesser creatures, and because she’d effectively enticed him into an act of exhibitionistic bestiality, it was only right that he arrange a little test for her.

He panted and whined as he cocked one head and scratched behind an ear. While transforming himself into a primitive stallion had been an interesting experience to say the least, it had been far from ideal. A primal brain, unevolved and simple, just wasn’t capable of housing his monumental intellect, but a trio of lesser brains, one in each of his three heads, had the combined power to retain his intelligence - well, mostly.

Unlike his grand metamorphosis into a savage stud, he’d taken every necessary precaution to ensure becoming a cerberus would work. Each metamorphic trial had lasted longer than the last, going for as long as a full day and a night, until he was satisfied that he wouldn’t go fully feral. He could confidently say that he was and would remain himself, if only in mind, although he did have to contend with wild urges to howl or chase squirrels.

Lowering his hind leg, he dipped a head and peeked down at his nethers. Simply watching her and enjoying the spectacle that would unfold shortly would be thrilling, but he wasn’t just going to spectate. When the time was right, regardless of whether or not she set him loose, he had a not-so-little surprise in store for her - several, in fact.

“Fuck it…”

He lifted his heads and trotted to the door, drawn by the exasperated grunt from just outside. Had she come to a decision so quickly ~ if so, which hound would be the first to pump a load indo her? Was she going to bark and shake her ass for her partners? How did a mare tempt an animal into rutting her? Curious as to how she would deal with her litany of issues, he poked a snout from between the bars.

She may not have known it, but he’d had to pull a great many strings to arrange her quandary. Drugging her and carting her to the kennel had been relatively easy - paying off the employees and stocking the place with a quintet of hellhounds, less so. He’d initially considered borrowing several of the infernal creatures from their respective owners, yet his fondness for the creatures, and knowing the heartbreak he’d cause by absconding with somepony’s beloved pet, had led him to take a much more difficult route.

One simply didn’t acquire beasts from the abyss without payment, and the price he’d paid for the temporary services of a handful of the creatures had been steep. While only a week had passed since the unfortunate events of the dog show, he’d spent months tending to a particularly congenial and demon to get what he wanted. Tossing a pair of his heads from side to side, he railed against the unfortunate memories from the past few days.

He wasn’t opposed to indulging with stallions, although Gilded, the fiend who’d lended him aid, was a blessing and a curse. He was absolutely sure that the demon wished to claim him as a prize, a big, striped adonis for his collection of mortal playthings, but that was a risk he was willing to take. Contracts with the abyss, dealings with devils, profane agreements - he’d done them all, and he was certain he’d do them again before slipping from his mortal coil.

“Not you,” Sahira tutted, rapping a key against his door, “you get cucked.”

Snapping back to the present, he bared his teeth and menacingly growled. The buffoon didn’t know that his cell was unlocked, needing no more than a hard push for the door to open, but she’d figure that out soon enough. His smile faded when she stepped back and began rubbing her snatch. He’d anticipated that she would start with the largest mongrel, excluding himself, but she’d taken a far more unorthodox, reckless approach.

Every single one of the hounds was loose, running about or circling her with their tails wagging, while she traipsed to the middle of the broad hallway. As irredeemable as she was, she wasn’t so reprehensible as to offer herself up for a gang bang ~ was she? He was honestly unsure if disgust with her outweighed his admiration for her - in any case, as she sank to her knees and began petting the beasts, he felt himself getting hard.

“Who’s a good boy? That’s right, you are! You’re such a good boy!” she merrily exclaimed while hugging and rocking a hellhound back and forth. Pulling away slightly, she smirked down at its loins. “And you’re a big boy too ~ aren’t you?”

Having rubbed her marehood, she brought her palm to the mongrel’s snout. He wasn’t sure what was worse, that she seemed to be wholly undisturbed by what she was doing, appearing quite gleeful, or that this definitely wasn’t the first time she’d sought to arouse an animal. Snarling and going to see himself out, intent on marching over and claiming her for himself, he paused.

His anger was getting the best of him, but he wouldn’t let it ruin his plans for her. He was going to sit tight and do nothing as she was ravaged by the beasts, no matter what happened. Without the use of her fell sorcery, managing even one of the pups would be onerous for her, and she had a whopping five to go through before he had his fun with her.

Moving her slickened hand to another hound’s nose, she giggled. “Are you a big boy too?” she cheerfully inquired. Listing to one side, she peeked under the beast. “Yes - yes you absolutely are. Such gifted pups I’ve been given - why, I may just keep all of you!”

Shooting a glance over to the closed cell and the beast within, she smirked. She may be mistaken, but she had an inkling that the three-headed monster was a very certain somepony. The cerberus’ coloration, being slate grey with white markings over its faces, wasn’t natural for one of its kind - furthermore, its green eyes were telling. If Shaka hadn’t crafted and was controlling the creature, using it like a puppet, it was him in a huge, shaggy disguise.

“C’mere,” she urged, rolling to her back. “Show mama some love now - hey, no pushing! You’ll all get your turn!”

She motioned for the hounds to come nearer, uncaring of which would get first dibs. Without having something to prop up her lower half, it would be nearly impossible for her to get fucked in a missionary position - be that as it may, with as long as it had been since she’d gotten frisky with a fido of any kind, she couldn’t help but indulge herself to a small extent. Grabbing one of the mongrel’s hind legs, she repositioned him squarely over her head.

Ah - canines were such charming creatures. With their furry sheaths, plump balls, and eagerness to hump away at any ass that intentionally or unintentionally presented itself, the beasts were almost the perfect lovers - almost. If hellhounds had better endurance, being able to last more than a few minutes of ruthless fucking at most, she would have taken one as a paramour ages ago.

Lifting her head to the beast’s crotch, she took a deep breath through her nose. A hellhound’s scent was incredible, so potent that it stung her nostrils, and sang a song to the most lecherous parts of her mind. In her youth, when she’d first summoned one of the creatures, she’d learned just how tenacious, infernal canines could be, and she’d grown to love them for it.

Smothering herself in the hound’s nuts, she contentedly hummed. He was the largest of the five, and he deserved a name. As she wriggled from beneath him and looked to the other four mongrels, her lips turned up in a smile.

“Rex,” she began, patting the hound over her head on his side. “Spike, Spot, Champ, aaaaaaand Buster.”

Spike bore a studded collar, Spot had a prominent patch of dark fur on his chest, Champ gave the air of a winner, and Buster had the biggest balls of the crew - making their names easy enough to remember. Now that she had something to call her playmates, the only thing left to do was to get down to business.

Wriggling back beneath Rex, she kissed the protruding tip of his length. “C’mere, big boy…”

She truly was incorrigible, although she’d accepted that a long, long time ago. Licking her way down Rex’s shaft, she sank her tongue into his sheath. The flavors that graced her taste buds were exquisite, a mixture of salty, metallic, and bitter, and they spurred her on like few things could. As she blindly reached to the side and touched one of the hound’s shoulders, likely Spike, her free hand drifted down to her aching marehood.

If it had been Shaka’s intention to punish her in some way, he’d failed spectacularly. Getting plowed by a small pack of hellhounds was a reward, something few would ever dream of, much less experience, and she couldn’t fathom why anypony would think otherwise. Twisting her head to nurse on Rex’s dick, she fingered herself while stroking Spike off.

She’d missed this - oh how she’d missed this. There was something so deliciously naughty about breaking taboos, whether it was with an animal or in some other condemned way, although it did come with a small number of risks. Aside from breaking various laws, things most civilized cultures held dear, partaking in prohibited acts marked her as an exile - fortunately, he wasn’t particularly concerned with either.

Feeling a sniffling snout bump against her loins, she braced her feet and lifted her pelvis. Such a gentleman! One of the beasts wished to sample her marehood before it was left a gaped, cum-leaking mess, and she would happily assist him. As a long, wickedly hot tongue lapped at her cunt, she awkwardly bobbed her head to suck Rex off.

It wasn’t until she pulled back to speak that a somewhat disquieting revelation came to her. While none of the canines were overly huge, their knots, the thick bulbs of flesh that would expand when they climaxed, would prove to be an issue. Ordinarily, she would have cast a spell to make herself a bit more accommodating for her bestial mates, although her inability to utilize her hexes rendered her no better off than a normal, unskilled mare.

She wriggled out from under Rex, wholly undeterred by the circumstances, and rolled to her stomach. Anypony with an ounce of common sense would have been wildly alarmed in her shoes, but the development didn’t bother her in the slightest - on the contrary, it excited her. She’d get to experience the full intensity of being knotted, locked to the beasts while they filled her with their cum, and she was done with playing coy.

“Alright,” she chirped, “who’s first?”

Falling forward and pressing her tits to the earth, she reached back and spanked her upturned tush. She was a prime cut of pony ass for the pack, possibly the first any of them would have ever had, and her display sent them into a frenzy. Snapping and biting at one another, the mongrels nearly fought for the chance to mount her.

Rex, either being smarter or just out of luck, took advantage of his companions bickering within seconds. As a scalding cock glanced off her upper thigh, her grin broadened. She’d hoped he would seize the moment and take her, having a fondness for him from the onset, and he hadn’t disappointed her.

Shaka grimaced from within his cell. The hellhounds had an excuse for their behavior, simply following their instincts, though the same couldn’t be said for Sahira. Like a foal in a candy shop, lacking the smallest bit of hesitation or remorse, she’d served herself up like a feast for the beasts. His irritation was far from undue, given the shameless nature of her conduct, but the reason for his frustration made him all the more aggravated.

He was jealous. That could have been him out there, he could have easily cowed the mongrels into submission to claim her as his prize, yet Rex, or whatever the beast’s true name was, had taken her as his mate. Gnashing his teeth, far more aroused than he had any right to be, he pushed the door open and stepped outside.

While he was unable to communicate with the hellhounds in any meaningful way, lacking the ability to speak either verbally or telepathically, it was still possible for him to make his intentions known. Coming up behind the nearest canine, he lifted a paw to swat at the beast and faltered as a rapturous wail pierced the air. That fucking bitch - she’d only been mounted less than a few minutes prior, yet she was cumming all over Rex’s dick!

He swiped at two of the creatures and sent them reeling, hurling them against a nearby wall with just enough force to let them know he meant business, before moving on to a third. Being smaller, weaker, and vastly less intelligent than himself, the hellhounds swiftly relented and backed away. Only two of the mongrels remained, Rex and the one who was eating Sahira out with, but they didn’t stand a chance against him.

Moments from knocking Rex aside, he slowed to a halt. As he’d suspected, his normally even temperament and healthy libido had been amplified by his current, bestial state, nearly driving him to violence against an innocent animal, but he could - would control himself. He held all the cards, having Sahira completely and utterly at his mercy, so letting her savor at least one of the dogs was only fair.

“H…here, b…boy,” she sputtered, waving a hand and ushering a hellhound forward.

As the beast sauntered over and to the front of her, eyeing him all the while, she pushed herself up on one arm and bowed her head. The crazed slut wasn’t satisfied with getting one of the creatures off - no, she had to help herself to a spit-roast of sorts. He rolled his multitude of eyes and snorted in disdain. She’d better be enjoying herself, because he could guarantee things wouldn’t be nearly as pleasurable once he’d stepped up and shown her what a true alpha could do.

On the bright side, he wouldn’t be the only one who would be able to relish the sight of hellhounds having their way with a supposedly proud Zebrican mare. She hadn’t noticed them, or had given no indication that she had, but there were several cameras situated about the building’s interior to capture the show in all its filthy glory. Once he was done with her, and after the other canines had left her worse for wear, he would retrieve the video, pay somepony to edit it, then upload it for any and all to see; it was the least he could do after last time, with photos and films of him railing a dog going into circulation, and he may, if he was fortunate, even capitalize on the theatrical debut of his imminent co-star.

While his patience tempered, his mood improved by leaps and bounds. Rex’s fucking was so fierce that he didn’t even knot her properly, painting her back with a portion of his seed as he lost his balance and toppled back, but the next beast, possibly Champ, tied himself to her and deposited every drop of spunk within her. Each hound, save for the one who came down her throat, added to the cauldron of sweltering jizz in her womb, until he stepped forward.

Shakily looking back at him, with her slack cunt grasping at the cool air, she croaked out a chuckle. “A…about time, you - Cough - bastard…”

She’d presumably deduced that he was the cerberus, and he hoped she had. Seeing as how she had no reservations with getting used by animals, and that she held him in contempt, it was his utmost privilege to cap off her evening with something to truly remember. Walking over her prostrate form, he brought not one but two gargantuan cocks to her tush.

“What th…” The words died in her throat as he dipped his hips and touched his cock-heads to her pucker and marehood.

Along with having a trio of heads and impressive strength, his beastly form afforded him the tool - rather, tools for her destruction. His twin dicks were veritable weapons, mirrored in their incredible size and with knots that, once fully engorged, were larger than grapefruit. She’d weathered everything he’d thrown at her thus far, not just surviving but coming back for seconds, although being double-penetrated by a canine larger than herself may change that.

Bucking back against him, she flashed her teeth. “Do it…”

He obliged her as mercilessly as he could, driving his lengths into her with such fury that she slid forward and mewled in a mixture of glee and pain, and started fucking. Unaltered as she was, her body absent of any enhancements, the depths of her ass and sex spasmed and seized upon his pistoning shafts. While her cunt was somewhat loose and remarkably slick, thoroughly lubricated by five of the hellhounds, her backdoor was like a vice.

She felt amazing, though the knowledge of what was to come, coupled with the sounds of her distress, made the experience transcendent. Lifting a forepaw and placing it on her head, he ground her face into the dirt. She had been, was, and always would be beneath him, and soon she’d have a charming little recording to remind her and the lecherous masses of just that.

He touched the base of his cocks to her trembling holes as two of his jaws and brought them to her shoulders. Killing her would have been simple, but she didn’t deserve simple - she deserved an example. Anypony who saw the video of them would understand that he was a forgiving creature, sparing her from a cruel end, but that wasn’t good enough for him. Angling his thrusts downward, he hammered on her g-spot while his fangs gently pierced her flesh.

The two-fold tactic, mingling anguish and ecstasy, achieved his desired results in bombastic, wondrous fashion. She screamed so loudly that her voice cracked, nectar erupted from her confines, and she climaxed so hard that she convulsed. While she’d had several orgasms while the pack took turns with her, her release while being double-dicked was the strongest yet.

When her limbs went slack, he grunted in annoyance and carried her over to the desk. She may have been done with him, having the fight literally fucked out of her, but he wasn’t finished with her - in fact, he was just getting started. Using his trio of jaws to maneuver her into the proper position, having unceremoniously placed her onto the piece of wooden furniture, he hopped up and brought his cocks to bear.

He panted cheerfully as his hips beat against her backside. Though he couldn’t see her face, the noises she made were nothing short of electrifying. Hushed, choked gags were interrupted by whimpers and yelps, while the quintet of hellhounds watched and whined from behind him. He would have said the scene was pornographic, but that simply wasn’t true - after all, even pornography has limits to what is acceptable.

When she climaxed again, only barely managing to make a weak squeaking sound, an idea came to him. Since his stamina was the same as it had ever been, well beyond that of most stallions, perhaps a game was in order. For every climax she endured, he would plow her with increasing force until he came himself.

Stepping in burying one cock-head in her womb, he drove her past the brink for a third time. Though there was no earthly way that she could get knocked up from him in his current state, the concept of fucking a litter of pups into her was so compelling that he inched nearer to release. Peering downward and admiring her from above, his eyes danced over the streaks of sanguine smeared on her white and black fur.

To her credit, she was an astoundingly resilient creature. Most mares would have begged him to stop, casting themselves at his feet to spare themselves misery or humiliation, yet she’d managed to surprise him at every turn. She was his little toy, so robust and vindictive that she insisted he continue amusing himself with her, and he would humor himself with her until she was thoroughly broken.

Sahira could barely breathe, her cervix was violated with every buck of Shaka’s hips, and her ass was on fire, yet her rapture was beyond reproach. For most of her adulthood, and a considerable part of her youth, she’d used her gifts to give herself an edge with passionate affairs. She’d sold her body to older creatures for profit or favors, experimented with various beasts, and even tortured herself out of boredom, although those were after she’d gained some mastery of her powers.

Gritting her teeth, she clamped her eyes shut and staved off another orgasm. She would climax again, that was a certainty, but pushing herself, surviving for as long as she could, was the only way she could grow as a shaman - besides, self-denial would make the resulting, inescapable ecstasy all the sweeter. As she rocked forward and back atop the table, unable and completely unwilling to resist, a numbing haze settled over her.

The anal was a nice touch, she give him that. While she would occasionally take it in the ass, such instances were extremely infrequent and largely for the benefit of whomever or whatever she was bedding. While he straightened her intestines and abused her innards, rearranging them in ways that were far from intended, her depths were slickened by his scalding pre-cum.

He wasn’t actually hot enough to burn her, yet his incredibly high body temperatures added a novel layer to the one-sided exchange. All hellhounds were hot, both in an actual and metaphorical way, and their seed was especially magma-like. What few stories she’d heard from mares who’d taken the beasts as partners often involved how important it was not to let them cum within you, although she personally adored the feeling of having a steaming load marinating in her womb.

She was already brimming with jizz, so much that she’d developed an appreciable cum-gut from all the spunk the five hounds had filled her with, and Shaka’s essence would be the proverbial icing on the cake. While it was a bit disheartening that most of his essence would likely seep out of her, freely flowing from her abused holes as soon as she was able to stand, there’d be enough deep in her bowels to let her appreciate it for a time. As she imagined just how bloated she’d be once he climaxed, her stuffed pucker involuntarily clenched and throbbed.

Grunting and clawing at the table, she hissed. Yeah, she was gonna be feeling this in the morning. Her powers were gone, Shaka was well out of her weight class, and he’d already made a fine point of proving he could end her existence. If things truly could get worse for her, she shuddered to think how.

In every appreciable way, she was screwed. Supposing Shaka was courteous enough to deliver her to her doorstep, something of which there was no guarantee, it would take days for her to recover - sure, it would be a toss-up as to whether she’d be worse off than she had been after getting rutted by him in his primordial form, but things were far from over. Shaken from her rapturous trance by a wave of raw pleasure, she feebly wheezed and gasped.

The ordeal Shaka put her through was harrowing, so severe that her masochistic tendencies strained under the brunt of it, and it ultimately proved too much for her. After her fifth or sixth climax with him, and with the nearly half-dozen she’d received from the other hellhounds, she gave up the ghost. Fading into a blissful oblivion, she went limp and virtually lifeless when he finally howled and knotted her. While the world around her drifted away, her one regret was that she hadn’t been able to cherish the experience to its fullest.

Shaka’s tongues hung from his trio of mouths as he hassled and rode out his bliss. Delighted though he was that she’d blacked out, her lack of consciousness left him feeling torn. There was no sense in talking down to her or teasing her, due to the fact that she couldn’t reply and that he couldn’t properly form words, yet the sight of her beneath him nearly made up for her mute, catatonic state.

Foam dribbled from her nose and past her lips, her breaths came shallow and inconsistent, and she’d periodically twitch or jerk against the table. She wasn’t truly dead, although he’d driven her very, very close to the boundary of the hereafter. Leaping back and getting all four paws beneath himself, while keeping a single set of eyes on her, he winced when she unceremoniously crumpled to the ground.

Contemplating on what to do with himself and his unconsenting passenger, he flinched when she violently coughed and tore herself back to the waking world. His habit of underestimating her was both worrisome and exhilarating. Though weak, weary, and scarcely able to hold up her head, she had come back to spite him.

Bark

He went quiet and knit his brow. Confounded canine vocal cords and intelligent tongue! Pillow talk, irrespective of how demeaning or derisive, was a phenomenal way to conclude a tryst of any kind, and yet it was currently beyond his grasp. No matter - as with biting remarks and sinful promises, versatility was another fine trait that he could use to his benefit.

Sputtering and hacking spittle from her airway, she burped then groaned. She must have felt terrible, what with her shabby, cum-bloated state, and she’d be fortunate if she wasn’t wearing a diaper for the next week or so. Glad that she’d be able to enjoy the closing act he’d readied for her, he briskly trotted down the spacious corridor while dragging her along behind himself.

“H…hey…” she rasped, prompting him to slow and peek back at her.

What he would have given to tell her that the knot lodged in her ass was the one she’d need to get her power’s back - alas, she’d have to sort that small detail out herself. The transformative hex he’d placed upon himself wouldn’t expire until the following morning, so he’d have plenty of time to give her a second round - until then, displaying his quivering, bloated trophy for the other hounds, as well as the cameras, was as fine of a way as any to get a second wind. With his tail wagging and a spring in his steps, he held his heads high and strutted about.

Sahira wasn’t upset with him in the slightest, though she had every right to be. His choice to knot her in such a way, ensuring she’d have to relive the experience at least one more time before the seal on her groin was unmade, was a stroke of genius - horrifying, sadistic genius, but genius nonetheless. Hauled behind him like a marionette with its strings cut, locked to his dicks, she smiled. He’d get what was coming to him, and she’d make damn sure that it would be something special…