Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20170426004307/@comment-24026095-20170427195031

I take a trip to Thailand to find a submissive kejōrō I can feel better with. When I'm roaming the red light districts to find one, I find a beautiful, strong one who has hair like the finest silk and shines with health. She explains she always uses almonds on her hair to create that effect. When I ask to spend a night with her she politely declines since she's married.

'I know someone who's just perfect for you, though,' she says, taking me into her home and leading me up to the bedroom used for her brothel. 'You'll love her, she knows how to handle boys like you.'

I nod and walk inside. The door clicks behind me and I turned around. My hello dies in my throat as I see my hellhound waifu, her ogre friend and a kamaitachi sitting on the bed naked, purring in delight and beckoning me closer.

I turn around to run. The door is locked though. As I hammer it with my fists, a strong paw grabs my waist, lifts me up and tucks me under the person's armpit, and throws me on the bed.

My helly-chan waifu raises her claws and pops them out as I cower with my hands over my face, mumbling that she should let me go. I even forgot my armour and weapons, and the ogre is giving me a rough shoulder massage which is enough to dislocate my sockets.

'You don't find hellhounds, dear,' says my waifu, flipping the key of the room into the air and catching it. 'Hellhounds find and rape you.' She advances on me, a sadistic grin going from ear to ear across her face and her paw reaching down to touch herself, my fearful eyes travelling down to see the pawmarks she is making by stepping in her own juices.

Karma was never a bitch. Hellhounds are.