User blog:Ore-samma/My Hellhound (Pyromancer) (Court) (Satire)

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'' A magic user in training ends up in hell after a spell gone wrong, and has no way of returning. He is welcomed by a pack of Hellhounds, who’ve come to “punish” (lewd) him for his ‘sins’. Turns out hell isn’t that bad. (Hellhounds are gentle doms) ''

This one was easy enough to write! I won't make "Hell" in my stories, and this realm can have peace for those who did not harm others.

So, this is the case for this MC

I hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

“Okay, Leon! You’re up!” The grandmaster Magi said, looking at me.

I gulped as I took my place in the infernal tower. The task was to summon a lick of hellfire; and to have it’s conduit remain upon to power my pyromancy staff. A symbol of my soon-to-be status of an adept pyromancer.

I held the ebony staff I spent years crafting, shaping to perfection with the proper dimensions and runes and began to summon the fires of hell itself to it.

“'''Wait! Wait! Stop! What are you doing!'''” My master screamed-

Too late.

The conduit was opened too quickly and I felt my body drawn into the staff and beyond.

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I screamed as I fell. Flashes of light, flame and other screams surrounded me. I looked at the rapidly approaching ground and covered my face.

“Gotcha! Woo-woo-w o O oo O o o oOO!” A voice cried out as I felt myself land in someone’s arms.

I opened my eyes and beheld a ten foot hellhound looking at me with a gleaming white grin.

“Well hello there! Glad you could drop by! Looks like my summoning spell worked! Just so you know- you were casting your spell perfectly. It’s just that we girls here just figured out how to reverse the polarity of the summoning you guys do for fire, and drag you here!”

I looked about and noticed several dozen hellhound girls all huddled around licks of flame….waiting….

Sometimes they would miss the timing and the flame would wink out, and sometimes….

'' “Aaaah! What happened?” ''

....they would snag a pyromancer adept from the material world.

“Hey! Hey! What’re looking at!” The Hellhound said, still holding onto me and placing her paw on my face and forcing me to turn to her. “You’re MY husband, not hers, and I’m not about to swap. You hear me?”

“What- what….what’s going on!” I cried out, struggling to get out of the hellhound’s arms.

“Aww, sheesh! Are you slow or something? I thought pyromancers were supposed to be smart! Hey- stop wiggling! Hey! Hey! Heeeeyyyyyy!” She cried out as I dropped to the ground and started to run.

A loud sound rumbled behind me and I craned my neck to see the Hellhound on some mechanical contraption that looked gremlin-made.

It was like half an ox cart. Two wheels and a contraption that spun the wheels instead of the gremlin’s propellers of their battle armor that allowed flight.

I tried to adjust my trajectory and lane of running but it was no use. She came up behind me and nabbed me from the ground and placed me in her lap, wrapping her legs around me.

“Hold on, husband! We’re going for a ride!”

I struggled, but it was hopeless. She was too strong. I looked about the landscape and was absolutely surprised at the variety.

Was this really the realm of torment that was called hades?

If so, why was there water? Trees? Clouds? And green vegetation?

It wasn’t long until we were  at the entrance of a large building that had a large sign on it called. ‘THE INFERNAL COURT’

“What are we doing here?” I protested as the Hellhound carried me under her arm.

“Us hellhounds have to register every catch we make from the material world, see if there is punishment to be metted out for your past sins….you know, the usual.”

We entered in a room that had a sign called “Fresh Arrivals” and the hellhound sat in a que that was marked by numbered chairs before a large podium where a bored Vampire Mamono sat, looking at the human protesting before her.

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The bored Judge gesutred and roared to a minotaur. “''' BALIFF! SHUT THIS POMPOUS SHITFACE UP '''!”

The minotaur strode up and snorted. “Glady, your honor!” She said and clasped her hand to the protesting human’s mouth with a resounding smack.

“Guhhh, my head.” The Judge said, and looked to the Hellhound who shrugged.

“I don’t know what he said either, your honor. He’s been like that ever since I hunted him down and caught him. But if you just give me our marriage license, I promise I will put a muzzle on him, spank him thoroughly and give him a motorcycle ride everyday!”

“Granted!” The judge said, rubbing her temples as a muzzle was brought to the human who resumed protesting in some obscure language nonstop up until he was silenced. The entire courtroom broke out in a small scattered applause and let out a collective sigh of relief as the fop was led out, naked save for a collar and leash around him...his hellhound carrying an expression of embarrassment.

I trembled, as the rest of the “husbands” in the court seemed to all have been scared into silence and no one protested the charges or punishments brought before them.

“Leon The L Man!”

I jumped at the sound of my name and quickly took the stand before the judge who regarded me with a calm, yet bored expression.

“Okay. Your crimes are as follows…..Lying, breathing too loud, not enjoying ice cream cake enough, and not marrying at the proper age.” She looked at me above her glasses. “These are serious charges, what is your plea?”

I looked at my Hellhound captor and cleared my throat. “Your honor. Um, before I plea, might I have the privilege of knowing my captor’s name?”

The Judge nodded. “You may.”

I felt the hellhound’s hand on my shoulder and turned.

“My name is Amelia.” She said with a friendly grin.

I turned back to the judge. “Um, your honor. If I am found guilty or innocent, is there any chance I might be able to return to the material world?”

The Judge looked through my paperwork and looked up at me. “Says here you are a pyromancer?”

“Yes, your honor.”

She shook her head. “Pyromancy practitioners take the oath of the flame. You are of the flame, and the flame is of you. Even before the era of the new demon lord, you pyromancers were bound to stay here the moment you took your vows. That has not changed. Even though the circumstances here have. So in short- No. You may never leave here.”

I nodded, feeling a strange doom well within my heart. “Your honor. I am guilty of all the charges.”

“So noted.” The Judge said, “I find you guilty of all charges! This means we can go directly to sentencing.” She reached for a larger book and looked up at Amelia.

“Miss Amelia. Do you take responsibility as the wife of Leon?”

Amelia nodded. “Yes your honor.”

The Judge flipped a few pages and grunted.

“For the crime of lying, you are sentenced to have a geas placed upon you that will never allow you to lie again. For the crime of breathing too loud....wait a second....bah! I'll waive that one for your cooperation! For the crime of not enjoying ice cream cake enough, you are sentenced to have an ice cream cake each anniversary of your arrival here. And for the crime of not marrying soon enough, you are sentenced to be married right now and will be confined to your wedding bed or your bride in chains for a period of no less than five weeks!” She banged her gavel on the podium and pointed to the Minotaur.

“BALIFF! Give this man- wait a second! Did you just eat  ALL  of his ice cream cake?”

The minotaur shook her head and wiped a bit of ice cream from her lips. “Moo?” she mumbled, still shaking her head.

The Vampire Judge facepalmed and waved her hand to dismiss us all away. “Go away- get out of my court room, all of you!”

“Yay! Husband!” Amelia cried out as the Bailiff cuffed me in chains to my Hellhound wife.

“Yay! Wedding night!” Amelia cried out, lifting me above her head and jumped on her motorcycle and sped off.

She rushed home, shackling me to the bed that had dark violet drapes and comforter. She drank a half a bottle of prisoner fruit wine and made me drink the other half. She wiped her mouth and straddled the bed and gave me a lascivious look and gave a throaty growl.

"You ready, husband?"

Before I could think, I felt the gaes's magic rush through me and spoke for me.

"No...not really."

She gave a small laugh. "But do you want it?"

"Yes!"

"Good!" She purred and drew closer.

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(later)

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“Say, ‘aaahhh’ my husband!” Amelia said, holding a delicate fork with a morsel of butter pecan ice cream cake.

I opened my mouth, too exhausted from her ferocious mating to do other wise. I was barely aware of anything other than the sweet sensation of butter pecan ice cream and chocolate confection, and unbridled pleasure of my beautiful wife rocking her hips upon my flesh over and over again, her wet kisses upon my face and her warm body cuddling me without the need for blankets and the soft clink of chains.

“Ahhhh, husband! I love you so much! I am so happy!” Ameila cried out. “Are you happy?”

I responded, refusing to let the geas speak for me, and sighed with a heart full of love, truth, and peace.

“Yes. I am very happy….I love you too!”