Chapter 0 - Three Wishes

Three Wishes
By Xerox2


_=: Part 1 :=_


“What are you going to wish for, Victor?” Dunkin asked, grinding herbs with his mortar and pestle.


I looked up from the stolen spellbook and sighed. “I’d rather not say.”


“Why not?” A deep scowl was etched across his freckled face. “We took an oath not to tell anyone outside this room what we wished for. Besides, you’re going to have to say it out loud once we complete the summoning.” 


I looked back at the tome and re-read the passage for the thousandth time. Dunkin didn’t really care what I would wish for; he just wanted to annoy us. He loved arguement. It was effortless for him, no, it energized him. Even if he found my wish perfectly logical, he’d just dig deeper until he found something to contradict and criticize. 


“The silent treatment, huh? Fine.” He ran his fingers nervously through his orange curls.”What about you, Leo? What are you going to wish for?”


Leo continued chalking intricate patterns in the center of the cellar with short, precise strokes. “Strength,” he said, not looking up.


“Strength?” Dunkin smiled. He had found his mark, “What for?”


“People respect you if you’re strong.” 


“This is true. But you don’t need to risk your life to become strong.”


“In order to perform at my peak, I study for ten hours per day,” Leo explained, monotonously. “That leaves eight hours for sleep, two for cooking and cleaning, and two for socializing and leisure activities. No time for exercise.”


“So if the demon chooses you as the sacrifice, what do you want us to tell your family? ‘Sorry, loved ones, I couldn’t find time to go to the gym?’” 


Leo set the chalk down and stared up at Dunkin. His cropped black hair fell in front of his face. “It would take three hours a day to meet my goals. That’s almost forty-six days a year, every year. This ritual costs one afternoon, and will buy me an entire year and three months’ time over the next decade. One skillset completes the other.”


“Why not wish for more years?”


“Well. My time estimate doesn’t capture ALL of the relevant variables. . .” Leo continued. One person who’s never wrong and another who can’t stand to see anyone right. They’d keep each other busy. As much as I appreciated the respite, we had work to do. Boorish nobodies. If I wasn’t there to lead them, nothing would ever get done. 


“Enough arguing,” I interrupted. “Are we ready to start?”  My conspirators nodded. We couldn’t stand each other, but this was the only trio that had the talent, intellect, and sheer unbridled ambition to risk this forbidden ritual. Even if all three of us executed our parts perfectly, only two would survive to enjoy their wishes. The other would be taken by the creature as tribute. “Leo, you stand to my left,” I ordered. “Dunkin you’re on the right. Don’t forget to spread the reagents.”


Leo rolled his eyes disrespectfully, and Dunkin grumbled. “We know what to do, Victor. Keep in mind that some of us excel of the basis of merits other than our parents’ connections.” 


I let him have the last word, and we started the spell. I recited the primary incantation as Dunkin and Leo performed the requisite motions. It wasn’t as intricate or complicated as other rituals, but the stakes called for finesse. As my voice reached a crescendo, smoke poured from the herbs in the center of the sigil. A scent like burning metal and blood filled the room. We spoke the last phrase together, harmonizing on a clattering eleventh interval. A flash of light and a crash of thunder emanated from the cloud. It was done. 


We coughed and fanned the smoke away revealing. . .nothing. No demonic being, no puddle of lava, nothing. The were a full three seconds of silence before we erupted into argument. 


“Victor you were SO flat.” 


“It was supposed to smell like sulphur, Dunkin! What the hell was that mixture?!” 


“My blind grandmother could have drawn straighter lines, Leo!”


A deep rumbling interrupted our bickering. The ground at the center of the circle split apart and a clawed paw gripped the edge, then a second. Its nails left little grooves in the stone as a creature pulled itself out of the hole. It looked something like a cross between a human and a hairless cat. Her skin, for it was definitely a female, was a brilliant crimson. She yawned as she stood, opening her feline muzzle wide. A long, forked tongue ran across her impressive fangs, then idly reached back to scratch an itch behind one of her large ears. Her front was adorned with two rows of human-like breasts. They were all the same size, and each was capped with a dark red nipple. Two long, smooth tails whipped about behind her, and a puffy, oversized sex sat proudly between her wide hips. 


We stared in silence as she sized us up. “Three deliciously ambitious young men.” A shiver ran up my spine as she looked down at me. “Must I only choose one?” 


“You heard the summons,” I explained, trying my best to seem brave. “We each get a wish, and you only take one.” She approached me, leaned down until we were face to face, and ran her hefty tongue up my cheek seductively. 


Summonings were like contracts. By arriving, she had agreed to our offer and a set of rules about how she could behave. Harming us directly was forbidden. Licking, apparently, was fair game. Her breath smelled like death, but there was a aura of power about her that was undeniably sensual. 


“You humans are always in a rush to get to business. Never enough time to have a little fun.” She stood, leaving me with a growing erection and a streak of black, ichorous slobber on my face. “I suppose it comes with being mortal. Very well. I will hear your wishes, and, should they be within my power, I will grant them. Now,” she coaxed with a sinister smile, “who’s first?”


All three of us immediately attempted to claim the spot, but Leo spoke the loudest. We’d get our turn. 


He stepped forward, looked up into the demon’s dark eyes, and cleared his throat. “I wish I were physically dominant. I want to be strong enough to pull a tree out of the ground, fast enough to win any footrace, and big enough to intimidate even the most dangerous of men.” 


“A wise wish,” she declared, lifting his arm gently. “Just think of all the time you’ll save on exercise.” 


Leo bowed his head then shot Dunkin a ‘told you so’ glance. He scowled and turned to the creature. “I wish for virility,” he said, trying and failing to say the words with confidence. “I want a big dick, as much stamina as I need, and plenty of women.” 


Leo and I stifled a giggle. The creature shushed us, “Let’s see what I have to work with.” She brought her twin tails up between her legs. One slid between the lips of her swollen vulva, not penetrating but leaving a glistening streak of her juices. The other snaked down the front of Dunkin’s jeans, and, for a moment, I wished it was me she examining. “Such a shame,” She bemoaned. “You humans can teleport a man to the moon, but you can’t make a potion that will grow a penis.” 


Dunkin’s face was almost as red as hers when she turned to me. “And finally we come to the very well-dressed gentleman. What could you possibly desire?”


I gazed into her slitted pupils. “I wish I could influence people’s emotions.” The group seemed taken aback, and it wasn’t hard to guess why. Everyone knew that the larger and broader the wish, the smaller the chance one had of getting what they actually wanted. As soon as I said it, I realized I could have chosen my words more carefully, but there was no going back now. 


“Say no more, little one.” The demon beamed, showing her teeth. “I know exactly what you desire.” She withdrew her tails from my companion and crossed her arms between her second and third pair of breasts. “Now is the time for difficult decisions. . .” she mused. Each of us stewed in uncertainty. Only two of us would go home tonight, and those odds were looking a lot worse than they did when we came up with the plan. 


After a few grueling seconds, the creature nodded slowly. “Yes, I know what to do. I will grant not two, but all three of your wishes, then choose.” She raised her left paw and bright purple flames engulfed all three of us. We were startled, but the fire wasn’t hot enough to burn. It felt more like a warm gust of air. The inferno lasted only a moment, and when it cleared we were left completely naked. I didn’t like being exposed. Being exposed meant showing weakness. Our hands shot down to cover up, but I stole a peek at Dunkin before he managed. It was just as unimpressive as I’d pictured it. 


“Now, now,” the demon scolded, clearly enjoying herself. “Don’t be so modest. I know you three don’t exactly get along, but you’re about to become a whole lot closer.” She raised her right paw and Leo and Dunkin crashed into either side of me. It was as if they had both decided to shoulder me as hard as possible, but instead of bouncing away, they stuck. Their hips slammed into mine with a dull thud, and no matter how much we struggled, we couldn’t seem to push apart. I glanced to my left and watched the crease between my shoulder and Leo’s soften and fade until a continuous band of flesh connected his lighter skin to mine. 


It was about this moment I realized the plan was falling apart. “But the binding was perfect!” I shouted. I pushed against Dukin’s chest with my right arm, but instead of freeing myself, my hand stuck to his skin. 


“Correction. Each individual piece was perfect.” She explained, circling us. “You failed putting the pieces together. Not nearly enough synergy.” Leo and Dunkin kicked and flailed wildly. Each of their limbs on the side that was closest to me got stuck wherever it touched. My arm was sinking into Dunkin’s chest, now half-submerged in his ribcage. I tried to kick my leg, but I had to fight against foreign muscles were trying to move it in another direction. 


The she-creature laughed as she continued, “I am still granting your wishes. I’m just using a bit of that wiggle room you left me.” Leo stared in silence as we melded together, but Dunkin and I were screaming. A disorienting wave of sensation washed over us, and we gasped in unison. Suddenly I could feel every part of our combined body. I felt the ache in Leo’s neck as he craned it around for a better look. I felt how dry Dunkin’s throat was from screaming in terror. The last of the gaps between my body and theirs closed up. The only thing left of my arms was a stripe of my flesh tone across their skin. Our skin. 


Our two middle legs, the ones I still considered ‘mine’, lifted off the ground. Looking down, I could see them shrinking and drawing into our body. Our outer pair of legs strained as they took the full load of weight. I desperately tried to touch my feet to the floor, but it was no use. They dwindled to the size of a child’s, then a newborn’s, until finally I couldn’t see or feel them at all. My limbs were gone. I twisted my back muscles and shook my head from side to side. It was the only movement I could manage anymore. The motion threw our unusual body off balance, and we fell forward. I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes in anticipation of striking the floor, but it never came. Instead I felt a jolt of pain as my body-mates’ hands caught us. 


Beneath our skin, our pelvises ground against each other as they fused. Our exceptionally wide hips narrowed, pulling our remaining thighs closer together. I could feel the leg on our right kicking, but our left leg dragged limply across the floor. The muscles in my buttocks clenched as it subsumed the others. My asshole was tugged right and then left as it grew. Our penises merged similarly. Their bases converged on each other first, and then a wonderful tickling sensation traveled up the shaft as they became one. Our testicles were a different story. Instead of merging together, they were drawn up against each other and arranged vertically. The balls I thought of as mine were in front, Leo’s were in the middle, and Dunkin’s pair was closest to our ass. They jostled against each other. 



The merging started at the hips and drew our bodies together like a zipper. Our intestines tied themselves in knots as our spines converged. My ribs melted away as our three heartbeats become one powerful rhythm. I think we ended up with three lungs.


“Oh this is my favorite part,” remarked the cat gleefully. Our limbs spasmed, failed, and my face finally hit the ground. I couldn’t make sense of the changes that were gripping our arms and legs. Our feet were lengthening. Fingers were disappearing. I gasped as my spine steadily extended past my ass. I was growing a tail! I waved it around, stretching it like a limb cramped from inactivity. Our necks were next. They lengthened, and the angle at which they joined to our skulls changed so that in our belly-down position we were facing forward instead of at the ground. Our heads buzzed as they violently reformed. My jaw pulled into a muzzle, my ears shifted up, and my cranium shrank down. I turned to Leo and watched his face twist into a canine visage. The same had happened to Dunkin on my right. I couldn’t see through their eyes, but I used them as a mirror, knowing the same was happening to me. Our screams turned into barks and yelps.


Our shoulders and waist popped again as our body adapted itself for a quadrupedal gait. Our legs, now four, folded under our torso uncomfortably. Finally, a tingling wave of hair swept from our noses to the tip of my tail. The fur covering Dunkin’s head was bright orange, just like his hair had been. Leo’s was black, and, if the pattern held, mine was blonde. Just like that, the changes stopped. We panted with exhaustion. 


“Perfect. You’re all done, and if I may say so you have become quite the impressive creature.” The cat demon padded around, examining us from every angle. She gripped my tail and Dunkin went wild barking and pushing up with our right legs. Without Leo’s cooperation, he only succeeded in rolling us onto our left flank. “Now now,” she scolded as she nimbly retreated. “I only wanted a peek.”


The creature stood in front of us and nodded. “Your wishes have officially been fulfilled.” We all three stared at her. “Don’t look so confused. You wished for strength. Once you figure out how to stand, you will know your strength. You can outrun any human, carry immense loads, and tear great beasts apart with your jaws. You wished for virility. You are as virile as three human men, and trust me that’s quite enough. Few creatures are immune to your seed, and your equipment should be quite impressive.” 


She turned her gaze to me. “Finally, my friend in the middle, you wished for ability to influence the emotions of others. A foolish wish. For starters, all creatures have some capacity to influence emotions through their actions and appearance. I could have left it at that, but in my charity I have granted you some limited power over the feelings of those around you.” My ears perked up, literally. Was she telling the truth? Perhaps that small feat could keep us alive. Oh, God, what would people think when they found us down here? 


“Now there is the matter of payment,” she continued, turning away. Leo and Dunkin finally worked out how to get our legs under us, and I found myself lifted as we balanced on four unsteady feet. “The ritual offers me a single sacrifice. I was planning to roll a die, but now it seems that my options have been reduced to one.” She cackled as her words sank in. She cheated us! She gave us nothing we wanted and now she was going to take everything from us. Fury rose inside me and I saw red. I bared my teeth and growled. If I could have, I would have wrapped my teeth around her neck and— a jolt interrupted my thoughts as we lunged at the demon, teeth bared. 


Without looking, she spread her claws and we were pulled to the ground by an invisible force. Strips of metal erupted through the stone floor and wrapped themselves around our necks, holding us firmly. The feline clicked her tongue and approached us. “Tisk. Unacceptable behavior. Lashing out at your master? Foolish.” She stood over us and licked an extended claw. “And what exactly was your plan? I can overpower you easily. With or without magic. Know that fire runs in these veins. Breaking my skin would burn you terribly. Besides, I cannot be killed by a simple wound, even one inflicted by you.” She sat in front of us and scratched behind our ears, two at a time. “I will allow you this one slip. I like a fearsome, passionate beast by my side. Just know that in the future, if one of you so much as nips without permission, you will all be punished.” 


She scooched over to Leo’s head. “Understand? Close your eyes if you submit.” He closed his eyes. She leaned in, kissed him on the nose and lifted his head. The metal band emerged from the ground in a clean loop around his neck. A collar. She asked Dunkin next, and he was freed. Finally she asked me. I always felt the need to be in control, and it took everything I had to close my eyes in submission. I lifted my new collar out of the ground. It clattered against the others when I moved. 


“Now. Stand up. I need to blow off some steam.” My companions awkwardly rose to our feet. I could bend our back a bit and adjust our tail for balance, but it was basically up to them. Our new master lifted our front right paw off the ground and checked it. It was a massive canine thing, with claws that never retracted. They clicked against the ground when she dropped it. She stroked along our flank and checked the other feet. I was relieved that we didn’t fall. 


She lifted our tail and ran a claw from the base down across my asshole to our balls. she unceremoniously hefted each set in her paw. “You should be proud of these,” she called from behind. “You are prime breeding stock. You must already crave the touch of another creature.” Now that she mentioned it, I was enjoying this part of her examination. I had been distracted by the change earlier, but now there was an unquestionable lust surfacing. “Let’s see what you’re capable of.”


The touch stopped and I bent my head between my forelegs. She had kneeled down on the ground beneath us and was stroking our lower belly. A beastial sheathe hung heavily between our legs. Its size hinted at an impressive organ hiding within it. Her tongue snaked out and gently scraped against our balls, pricking them with its roughness. She ran her tongue up the side of my sheathe a couple times. It was heavenly. Her paws stroked the loose skin up and down the organ within. “Come out to plaaaaay. . .” She cooed. 


The pleasure embarrassed me. It was just me and her, yet I wasn’t alone. I glanced over at Leo and he looked away. Dunkin had his eyes closed and his tongue hanging out. I wondered if pleasure was shared between us as readily as the sensation of touch was. Why was I ashamed, anyway? They didn’t know I was enjoying myself. Even if they knew and didn’t approve, they couldn’t do anything about it. They were probably too busy having this same internal debate to be concerned with me. Our right legs shifted out, widening our stance. He was clearly in favor of the touch. 


The air was very cold against the tip of my penis. It was wet. It wanted to be inside something. I looked down again and saw a bright red tip peeking out. Was that ours now? I had a dog’s penis, and she was coaxing it out. Inch after inch emerged as I succumbed to the touch. As its girth increased, my opening stretched wider and wider. A big lump entered the base of my sheathe. She eagerly pushed the skin back, and with a twinge of pain the lump emerged. That was it. She cradled the thing with one paw and gripped behind my knot with the other. If she hadn’t held it, it might have hit the floor. It must have been weighed ten pounds on its own. Her tongue went to work, wrapping around the organ and stroking it up and down. 


When I was a human, the most sensitive part of my penis was the tip. Now everything seemed to be secondary to the knot. But while the touch of her tongue on that section was pleasant, it wasn't’ the friction that was driving me crazy. It was the paw gripping behind it, pulling forward with steady pressure. I closed my eyes and pictured thrusting into a woman. In my mind she could take my massive organ all the way past that knot, and no matter how hard I tugged backward, I couldn’t free it. Our hips started thrusting either consciously or by instinct. She took the tip of our penis deep in her mouth and nursed it, providing some needed warmth and realism to my fantasy. Finally I gasped as my orgasm approached. It was different now. As a human it was like a quick ramp up to a peak of pleasure that quickly diminished. This one started suddenly and immediately jumped to a plateau. My knot, in my mind fully locked into a beautiful woman, swelled as it throbbed. When it felt like it couldn’t get any bigger, I came. Jet after jet of cum filled our master’s mouth. Six, ten, fifteen, I lost count at how many orgasmic spasms there were. Eventually the climax faded away, and she let the tip slurp free of her lips. A drop of cum dripped from the tip. When it hit the ground, it sizzled like a drop of water flicked into a hot pan.


“Oh wow, that is some potent stuff,” she moaned, sitting back and rubbing her distended stomach. “I better be careful not to let that stuff near my pussy. The last thing I need is to carry a litter to term, quick as it may be.” She stood and came to our front, licking her lips. I tried to draw my penis back up into its home, but the knot was far too engorged. I whimpered. 


“Oh don’t whine, you enjoyed yourself. I’ve seen beasts like you nip each others necks after a good fuck. I think it helps the swelling.” 


Dunkin reached over and nipped the scruff of my neck. Ow! I bit him back, but it hurt me too. Leo tried to join in and got my ear between his teeth, but he didn’t use enough pressure for it to hurt. Warmth surrounded my knot, and I flexed a new muscle to draw the rest inside. I could smell sex in the air and a host of new scents as well. All the components for the spell, our master’s breath, and a hint of ozone from the portal. Energy crackled through the air and a yellow-white swirling gate opened in the center of the room.


“In.” She commanded, pointing to the vortex. I watched as we lumbered forward with tiny unsure steps. Somewhere above us I heard my housemates coming home. They would wonder where we had gone. 


_=: Part 2 :=_


I had never passed through a vortex before. It felt like falling, but our feet never left the ground. The world on the other side was completely alien. One of the demonic realms. Some people claimed to have visited dimensions like this, but there was a lack of hard evidence supporting them. Everyone described something different. In a way, we were privileged. It was as though we had died and now had definitive information on the nature of the afterlife. 


We were inside. It was a dark, square room with obsidian brick walls that reached up to infinity. There were a pair of braziers, but there was nothing for them to light. The air smelled like electric transportation, as it had on the other side. Our master stepped through behind us, and the gate closed. We were trapped. She raised her arms and a sound like groaning metal crashed through our ears as a set of chains fell from the sky, struck our collars, and fused with them. The loose ends gathered together and attached themselves to a longer strand that our new master held. She stepped forward, gave a tug, and I realized we were now on a rather short leash. 


“Come now,” She said. “Let’s show you off.”


We passed out of the room down a poorly lit hall, also encased in black stones. We walked for what seemed like miles, but it was just as well; we needed the practice. Dunkin and Leo eventually developed a rhythm that worked. Front left, back right, front right, back left. Every once in awhile we’d turn or stop and the pattern would fall apart. I was just along for the ride. I took stock of my domain as we traveled. I had my entire head and neck. Ears, eyes, tongue, mouth. I had our tail. It didn’t move unless I willed it to. I could clench and unclench our anus, and I could flex our pelvic muscles. I imagined I would be the one deciding when we would be peeing and pooping, if those were even things we did anymore. When our breathing went subconscious the other heads could take control long enough to growl or sniff something, but when I made an effort to control it, I had our breath.


We came at last to an enormous open room with hundreds of strange and unique creatures moving between small enclosures and tents. It struck me as some sort of otherworldly marketplace. Demons and monsters of all shapes and sizes were bartering in languages I couldn’t understand with currencies I didn’t recognize. Many of the stall-keepers were peddling things that I couldn’t begin to guess the purpose of. Others had more recognizable wares including food, jewelry, and various alchemical reagents (though the selection was quite different from what you’d see on earth). Some of the creatures, especially smaller ones, stared at us as we passed, but most didn’t give us a second thought. I made eye contact with a succubus, and she winked and groped her breasts at us. Despite how terrified I was, I found it strangely alluring. 


The cat kept us close as she shouldered through the crowd. She navigated with purpose but occasionally slowed to gander at a display. She brought us to a circular enclosure with a wrought-iron fence. A small pack of hellhounds was fighting over the mostly skeletonized remains of some animal.  They looked like a cross between wolves and hyenas, having hefty broad shoulders, canine faces, and very short fur. Their tails were long, heavy, and tipped with a bony spade. A large, shirtless humanoid with four arms, a whip, and a boar’s head sat in front of the gate picking his teeth with a small bone. He squealed a greeting to our master and stood up. 


Leo tried and failed to scratch an itch by his collar as the two started talking in some demonic tongue. Of the three of us, I was the most trained in extra-dimensional languages, but even I could only understand a word here or there. Our left leg strained up toward the itch again and we almost fell over. I reached my head across and nipped at the spot on Leo’s neck that needed a scratch. They were saying something about trade and sex. Our master was speaking very enthusiastically about hair and teeth and strength, but the boar seemed unimpressed and only snorted a few words here and there. After a brief discussion, he walked up to us and examined us like a piece of livestock. He pried our mouths open with his meaty fingers and  looked at our teeth. He pinched a few hairs from our side and sniffed them. He even lifted our tail and squeezed our balls rather unceremoniously. The whole experience was extremely degrading. 


Finally, the two started talking again, and this time I understood enough to realize they were deciding on a price. After a heated debate, the pig reached into a pouch on his belt and produced a pair of dice that he rolled seductively between his fingers. Our master considered the offer, agreed, and shouted a phrase as he dropped them on the floor. One die showed a spiral, and the other three circles arranged in a triangle. The cat yowled in anguish and handed her end of our leash over to the boar creature. 


“Curse you three,” she spat at us in English. “Now I’ve wasted my entire morning and have nothing to show for it!” Her tails flicked angrily behind her. “This pig owns you now. Be obedient, or it will reflect poorly on me.”


With that, she turned and stormed off. The boar man stepped forward and slapped his hand on our right haunch. His touch burned intensely, and we yelped at the unexpected pain. He held it there for a moment as the scent of burning fur filled my nose, and then the pain was gone. I knew we had been branded, but I couldn’t get a good look at what the symbol was. Immediately, he took off at a fast pace that tested the limits of our walking strategy. He led us down a staircase near the enclosure into a hallway that pitched downward. We descended until the air grew dank. He stopped suddenly at an unremarkable wall, cracked his whip, and the stones pulled apart forming an archway. With another crack of his whip, the chains that made our leash fell free of our collars. He kicked our backside, we stumbled inside, and the door closed behind us. 


To my surprise, we weren’t alone. A group of six women cowered in the far corner and stared at us. They were human and mostly naked beyond some basic rags. The room was fairly spacious but nearly empty. It was tall and cube-shaped with walls that were about thirty feet long. A pile of furs and fabric comprised a makeshift shared bed in one corner. In the opposite corner stood a basin of water and next to it a hole for waste. This was our new home.


We stood still and stared at the women, and they at us. They were all collared and branded, and if their marks were the same as ours, we now sported two circles connected with a curved line on our behind. One with darker skin was crying softly, and the rest were shaking with fear. A tall brunette stood in front of the others and brandished a sharpened rib. They must have thought we were put here to eat them. And they might have been right for all I knew; there wasn’t any food visible. I wondered how we could show them we weren’t a threat. Approaching probably wouldn’t be the best idea, and I wasn’t sure we would even be able to coordinate walking without a guide. I looked at my other heads and they returned the glance. Dunkin made a groaning, yowling sound with his voice that startled our roommates. Was that an attempt at speech? Yeah, it wasn’t happening.


Our mouths were dry. I nodded toward the basin of water. Leo took a step, then Dunkin, and we were off. If they had a plan on how to win the trust of our new friends, it was probably too complicated to communicate. I figured time would ease their nerves, and we were thirsty. The basin was wide enough for us to all drink, and we each adopted a different strategy. I tried to slurp the water, Leo emulated normal dogs and used his tongue, and Dunkin tried his luck at biting it. Breathing was difficult because I wanted to inhale to make suction, but the others probably wanted our breath held. Dunkin got some water down the wrong pipe, and we coughed. Leo, who was in the middle of swallowing, shot water out of his nose. We recovered, but, being inexperienced at drinking, we all swallowed a lot of air as well. I burped, and it escaped all three of our mouths simultaneously.


We slumped down in the corner near the basin and watched the others. 


“So. It’s not going to eat us?” ventured a brunette who was half hidden behind a blanket.


“Wait until it gets hungry.”


“Still bored, Lina?” asked a light-haired woman, standing against the wall. 


“I hate this place. I hate it!” wailed the dark girl who was sobbing earlier. 


“It’s not that big. There’s six of us.” Ventured the woman with the bone. “If we each have a weapon, maybe we could take it.”

“A rib is not a weapon, Margaret.”


“Would you rather have a fist or a rib jabbed into your stomach?”


“Ugh. It’s so creepy the way it looks around with each head.”  


“Can it understand us?” I was glad they didn’t know we could understand them. It gave us unprecedented insight into what they were thinking.


“Hey you monster thing can you understand us?” Margaret shouted at us. Leo’s ears perked up, but I was amazed at how cool we played it. Perhaps I underestimated the social savvy of my companions.


“Doesn’t seem like it.”


“What is it?”


“A three headed dog.”


“A monster.”


“Ugly.” They chuckled, nervously. 


Their speculation turned to idle chatter after a while. I gathered that they had met after being brought here, and none had been here long. We just stayed put. They started to relax. 


“I’m thirsty.”


“And I have to pee.”


“Well unless you want to walk right up to it, you’ll both have to wait.” 


“Wait? What are we waiting f--” she was interrupted by the sound of stone shifting. I looked up to see a gap open in the wall far above us. A huge hunk of animal sailed through the air and landed in the middle of the room with a splat. It was half a cow, skinned, head not included. I suddenly realized just how hungry we were. None of the women made a move, but they looked relieved. I wanted to shout at my body-mates to eat the meat, but I had to wait for them to take the initiative. They were probably hesitant to dive into a carcass, but I had a feeling they pig-man wouldn’t be arriving with a platter of horsd'oeuvres any time soon.  I wondered how they were handling the changes. I knew the reality hadn’t sunk in for me yet. I had lost everything I had in life, but it all seemed so abstract. If anything, I was energized by the new challenge. I nibbled on the orange fur of Dunkin’s neck and we rose. 


Eating was not as difficult as drinking. I simply clamped my mouth down on the meat and the other heads tore pieces off to chew and swallow. It was amazing how quickly we could put down the food. We were full in no time. While we ate, the two women who had been complaining dashed around us to get a drink and pee in the hole. I found something about the sight and smell of the one squatting and emptying her bladder very alluring. She was the one they called Anya. Nude, pale, young, but not too young. Her modest breasts were tipped with small nipples and invisible areola. Her delicacy was a fleeting breath of fresh air from the harshness of this pace, like a snowflake in the desert. 


I slipped into an idle fantasy. In my mind, she approached us and laid her hand on my nose. I allowed her to pet us, and I lick her. Would it be better to run my tongue against her hand, shoulder, or stomach? Perhaps the breast so I could feel the bump of her delicate nipple and watch it grow hard. I pictured sneaking a sniff of her behind. After all, I was an animal, she would probably think nothing of it. Maybe I could even steal a taste. My tongue was long and muscular. I could run it from the front of her pussy up her backside, across her little asshole. Movement snapped me back to reality.


She stood, and we turned to face her. Her friend scurried back to the group, but Anya was frozen, watching us. I was fed, watered, and now I was horny. I wished my fantasy would play out instead of whatever awkward thing was about to happen. We all three could use our tongues at once. That would be fun. 


She took a tentative step forward. “What are you doing!?” Shouted Margaret from behind us. “Get over here!”


Anya took another step. My sheathe felt uncomfortably heavy. I smelled arousal on the air. It wasn’t the musky, wet dog scent from our encounter with the demon. This was was more familiar. It was her. There was a fascination in her eyes and something unsteady in the way she walked toward us. Dunkin and Leo were also entranced. Was this happening? I didn’t see any logical reason for her to approach, but here we were. She tentatively reached a hand out, and we bowed our heads as a show of trust. I found myself staring directly at her crotch. As her fingers stroked the fur on my forehead, I wished she would reach between our legs and wrap them around our sheathe.  Her left hand crept between her own thighs. She used her pointer finger to push her lips aside and gently massage her clit. It seemed impossibly surreal. Was she reading my mind? Or was I affecting hers? This must be my wish. I was told I had the power to affect people’s emotions. Had I been subtly influencing our behavior this entire time? 


I leaned in and ran my tongue up her leg. She shivered. I moved to the inside of her thigh, and she widened her stance. Leo licked and nibbled her left breast, and Dunkin started lapping at her pussy. Anya grabbed two fistfuls of fur and moaned. Her nipple hardened under Leo’s tongue, and I could taste her arousal through Dunkin. I tried to join him at her pussy, but it was crowded. Sensing my trouble, she reached down, gripped my cheeks by the fur, and guided my head up to hers. She started with a puckered kiss, but I couldn’t return the gesture. I tried licking her lips, but when she opened her mouth I ended up filling it with my thick tongue. It was a lewd mockery of a makeout session, but we both loved it. 


“Should we try to save her?” came a voice from the corner. My ears swiveled back to listen.


“It’s hypnotising her!” 


“There’s no way she’s actually enjoying this,” said Lina, retching.


“Anya, Come back! It’ll tear you apart -- one way or the other!”


Anya teased and sucked my tongue as filled her mouth. My dick was constrained and hot in my sheathe. I flexed my pelvic muscles and a small jet of pre landed on the floor with a sizzle. Anya jumped back at the sound and looked at the steaming spot on the ground. She took a few unsteady steps past us in the direction of her friends before falling down and presenting her backside to us. Her face and arms laid flat against the floor as she bowed away from us in supplication. A thin string of saliva dripped from her blushing vulva. 


The women and I watched in anticipation as we lumbered forward to mount her. We stood with our front paws flat on the ground by her shoulders. We were low enough that we barely had to bend our legs to be in position. My sheathe rubbed against her backside as Dunkin and Leo aimed and adjusted our stance. Finally, the tip of our penis touched the warmth of her opening, and we thrust into her. I was surprised that we got it on the first try, but it felt very natural in a strange way. As lubed up as she was, her passage gripped us tightly. I had no idea the properties of our fluids, and I was worried that our precum would burn her, but she grunted in pleasure. The few inches that were buried inside her felt heavenly.


Margaret pointed her bone at us and took a couple uneasy steps forward. “Get off her!” She shouted. “Go away! Go!” 


My companions frustratingly slowed their thrusts. Who was she to interrupt us, and why were we stopping? I growled and barked as ferociously as I could. She jumped back and dropped her pathetic weapon. That was better. I was in charge here. 


We started again with a slow, deliberate thrust. More of my length slid inside our mate. The front of my sheathe rubbed between her ass cheeks, and our organ emerged directly into her without a chance of hitting the air. I leaned forward and nibbled on her ear as Leo kept watch over our audience. It was impressive that she could even take half of my length, but It wasn’t enough for me. I remembered how sensitive the very base of my dick was, and I wanted to feel her opening gripping the back of my knot. Each time our hips bucked, we were another inch closer to my goal. 


Anya gripped our right foreleg and slapped her left hand down. “M-more.” She moaned. “Take—“ she gasped, interrupted by a particularly violent thrust. She glanced up at her friends. “Oh, you have no idea. You have to try this.” One covered her mouth, and another buried her face in the bedding. A few others stared with perverse fascination. No one said a word in response.


My opening stretched wide around my knot for a moment before pushing it out into the cold air. Were we already that deep? Something was different. No woman should have been able to take us this far this easily. A dollop of drool fell from my mouth onto Anya’s back. My knot pressed against her soft lips again and again spreading them further each time. She squeezed our leg as my bulge pressed halfway into her before retreating. Halfway again. Then a bit more. For a moment I wanted to stop us from splitting her in two, but my fears dissolved as we hit that critical point. Our knot thudded home inside of her. We pulled back and her body shifted with our hips. We were joined. 


Dunkin and Leo went at her with abandon. There was no careful aim or budgeting of force anymore. Each tug shot an intense, tingling wave of pleasure from the base of my penis, up my crotch, and through my testicles. Each push brought relief. My balls tightened one pair at a time, starting with the rearmost and moving forward. A familiar pulsing and throbbing started in my penis. Her passage grew tighter and tighter with each heartbeat as I swelled within her. Again, I reached that familiar plateau of pleasure. Just when it felt like my knot might explode from the pressure, I came. Stream after stream of cum filled my mate. Her muscles tensed as her tongue lolled from her mouth in mind-numbing pleasure.


I looked up as our orgasm faded into the occasional lingering spasm. They stared, mouths agape. The moment sank in with uncomfortable, post-climax clarity. This might work against us on the ‘becoming friends’ front. Below us, Anya was experiencing her own awakening. She pushed herself up to her hands and knees and glanced up at her friends before looking away in shame. I felt sorry for her. She didn’t have the benefit of a monstrous body to free her from social obligation. She tried to crawl forward, but we were still joined. She tugged harder and all four of us yelped with pain.


“Anya. Are you alright?” Asked Lina, the dark-skinned one


“I — I think so.” She wiped some tears away. “We’re stuck together. I can’t get away.” 


I licked some of our drool off of her back and she stiffened. Leo craned his neck back to get a look at our crotch. 


“You’re going to be okay.” She reassured. “This happens with. . . um dogs. Give it a few minutes.” 


She slumped forward and put her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I did that. I don’t know what came over me.”


“You were afraid,” offered Margaret. “You froze.”


“Yeah. Afraid.” She took the out.


We sat in silence for a time, not really knowing what to do. Our legs were tired, but laying down wasn’t much of an option. A few minutes later, Anya tried laying flat. She hung for a moment before our knot came loose with a wet slurp. Her passage tickled my length as she withdrew and dropped to the ground. Finally free, she scrambled into the embrace of the others. Dunkin stepped to our right and curled us in a tight circle so he could lick the exposed organ clean. I nipped Leo to help deflate the knot, pulled our penis back into us, and we fell to the ground, exhausted. 


“Anya, what’s that?!”


I heard a collective gasp and looked up. Anya was facing in our direction, away from the group. She looked down in horror. Between her legs, her pussy had changed. Where once there were the delicate folds of a woman, there was now the swollen, dark lips of a dog. She ventured a touch but drew her fingers away as though the contact shocked her. It was sizable. Larger than a dog’s or a woman’s. Even when she squeezed her legs together, a bit of the pointed tip stuck past her thighs. I was astonished. We had the power to do that to a person?


One of the women offered her a blanket for modesty, and she returned to the group. We gave them their room. We laid in one of the empty corners, and I drifted off. When I awoke, Leo and Dunkin were still asleep and the women had moved their bedding to the corner opposite us. They had retrieved the carcass from the center of the room and had finished it. I was horny, but I staved it off.


Time was difficult to gauge without a sun, but several sleeps and feedings passed. I started to think of each feeding as a day. We gave the others their room, and they never approached us. Boredom crept in. We practiced pacing and even trotting at speed. We learned how to sit, roll over, and lick ourselves clean. But none of it really occupied me. After all, I was mostly an observer in matters of movement. Anya kept the blanket around her constantly, but I caught her staring and touching when the others weren’t looking. She admitted to Lina in confidence that she had enjoyed our mating and that she sometimes felt like trying it again. I knew she wanted to visit our corner. She gazed at us often. I wanted her back as well. Keeping our libido in line was a chore. 


I’m not sure if it was the lust or the sheer boredom that drove me to use my power the second time. This time I targeted Lina. I fantasized about her dark hands stroking our fur and cradling my sheathe. I pictured her tongue teasing my balls one at a time. We met in the middle again. It was just like before, but with more foreplay. Before long, we were walking back to our corner, dragging her by the knot. She returned to the group and was given a blanket to hide her new, more suitable pussy. Anya stayed close and offered support.


Once I had used my power a second time, I was less hesitant to use it again. Over the next few days I took a third, then a fourth. Another meal, another mate. Soon the only one left unfucked was Margaret. 


Anya paced nervously. The way she walked was different, bouncier. She seemed taller. “Why am I still clutching this stupid thing?” she cried as she threw her blanket to the ground. 


“Anya!” gasped Margaret.  


“What, don’t like the look of me?” She turned in a circle and showed off her body. Her changes had progressed. A small stub of a tail now rested between her butt cheeks,  and her feet and legs had twisted into a tip-toed stance. There was a dusting of fur that started at her waist and almost reached her knees. Her stomach had also grown considerably. My heartbeat quickened as I realized she was carrying my children. Now I really wanted her by our side. 


The other women leaned in to get a better look as they too lowered their blankets. Lina was showing some fur growth as well.


“Look what it did to you.” Margaret gasped. “We have to kill it! Here.” She bent over and gathered a small pile of ribs, “I’ve made enough for all of us. If we all go together—“


“No.” interrupted Anya. “I. . . I’m not afraid anymore.” She turned and hobbled our way on unfamiliar feet. We stood to greet her. I bent over and touched my nose to her stomach where my child slept. She gripped our collars and led us over to the bedding. Margaret backed away, but the others came forward. They petted and scratched us, and we offered licks and nuzzles of appreciation. It was good to have real company beyond the occasional wild rut. 


The days dragged on as they had, but now Margaret was the isolated one. I understood her rejection of the group. Her friends’ eager acceptance of us and their changes was very unusual. Our new mates ate, drank, and slept by our side. They groomed us and played with us. They gave each of us a nickname. They named Dunkin “Curly,” and I was sure he hated it. I was dubbed “Amber,” which I chose to consider a dignified moniker. They called Leo “Rex” and, due to his aloof demeanor,  personified him as the bad-boy of the group. The company chatted and monitored their transformations from the growth of their tails to the swelling of their bellies. Anya was always first. First to grow claws and paw pads on her feet. First to accidentally whap someone in the face with her tail. First to get milk from her breasts. She was also the most eager to sate my lust, although it was certainly wasn’t a one-person job. 


Now that I had plenty of willing partners, I had little reason to use my power on Margaret. She lived as a self-appointed pariah for some time. More than once I woke to hear her crying. When her friends came over to console her, she turned them away and spat fearful, hateful words at them. I wondered if mating with her would bring them together, but it felt wrong. She was so passionate about not being changed. Still, her despair wore on me.


The fur never grew north of their belly buttons. Before long, all of my mates had tails and canine legs, but their upper halves remained fully human. The pregnancies were fast. Their stomachs grew every day, and Anya soon looked like she was nine months pregnant with twins. I had no idea how long it had been, but it hadn’t been nine months. One day, right after a meal, her water broke. We all crowded around as she went into labor. The other women delivered her children as they wondered aloud what they might look like. She gave birth to a trio of healthy pups. They each had four legs, one head, and a heavy tail with a spade-shaped tip. Hellhound pups. They immediately suckled from Anya’s breasts, and we were given space to meet our children. I was overcome with emotion and love for the little runts. Leo and Dunkin licked them clean of afterbirth. The pups drank often and grew quickly. On occasions when Anya couldn’t nurse them, the other women offered their own milk.


A couple days after the birth, Anya waited until everyone else had gone to sleep and brought the largest of her pups over to Margaret in her corner. She didn’t turn her away. Instead, they sat together and talked softly. Margaret reached a shaking hand out to touch the newborn and later embraced the new mother with tears in her eyes. Anya’s tail wagged back and forth across the ground. The next day, the pair approached us and rejoined the group. The day after, I took Margaret as my final mate.


Not long after I started Margaret on the road to motherhood, the bricks in the wall opened up into another archway, revealing a grand chamber. This one was furnished much better than the last. There were many cushions, a pile of animal skins, baths, and even a collection of ropes and balls for the growing hellhounds to play with. Once we stepped inside, the door to our original enclosure closed behind us. Food came more frequently here, and it proved to be a much more enjoyable place to live and raise the pups. Once they were weaned, the boar-headed man would come in and collect them. The mothers tried to resist initially, but they were overpowered and restrained via leash. 


I fucked my mates as I pleased, and they were kept carrying pups almost constantly. The group was rewarded for each litter we delivered. Usually we were given a special meal or a new trinket to play with. One gift that proved very popular were a few simple sticks of chalk. The artistic outlet helped the women’s mental health immensely, and I enjoyed their drawings. 


One day, I was leashed and led away from my mates and our new home. I was taken to another barren cube, much like the one we had originally been in. A group of fresh, human women cowered in the far corner. Which one should I take first: the fat one, or the feisty one? I licked my lips in anticipation. Best not take too long claiming this group: Margaret was due any day, and she would be eager to start a new litter. 


