Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34068755-20180115050558/@comment-31080309-20190814060622

Here's what I might do. I'm not one for smut stuff, but I've seen a lot of it. And I tried my best to stick true to the canon description of the hellhound. First time working with MGE girls, so I hope this would be a good attempt for this prompt.

This is the first part. The second part will come soon, if it this part is acceptable at least.

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A Hellhound.

A literally living Hellhound, the embodiment of the wilderness, is right before me, and I am unable to speak for a moment.

It’s not that I don’t know what to say, it’s just that the surge of emotions that flowed forth was too much for me to process for the moment.

I felt fear, for I saw one of the brethren of the guardian of the underworld, famed for having a unyielding spirit to conquer man-kind (note, not mankind, MALE-kind), and the roughest woman for any mortal to have sex with.

I felt shock, for I was surprised at how my friend managed to even get a hellhound into custody like this. Hell-hounds are no jokes in terms of strength. When it comes to listing the strength of all possible extra-species, hellhounds rank squarely in the top 10 by pure physical strength alone.

I felt pity, for I see a great and mighty free spirit of the wild, being held captive here, her spirit dimmed, her body torn, and her hopes and dreams left shattered.

And in that same line, I felt for the first time anger towards my friend. How could he do such a thing…? And how could he smile for torturing this being…?

I take a few moments to get my mind back into order, letting the effects of each emotion wash away slowly to the point that I can think clearly. After that, I turn to my friend calmly, before I speak.

“…Can I talk to her in private?” I ask him as politely and formally as I could, without sounding too emotional.

“Sure! You can have all the time alone with her as you like, before you take her. You have my word that neither of us will be listening in. We’ll be waiting in our personal room, until you finish.” He responded back with a joyful tone, that almost made me sick in the stomach. “I just hope that you would be able to calm her down… She might still have that fire in her belly. You studied monster-girls a lot, right?”

That would be heart-warming… If it wasn’t for the fact that you made her like this. She must be truly resentful of him, and just as much for me, just for being associated with this… bastard.

However, I swallow whatever bitter emotion lingered in my throat, and nodded.

“Yeah.” I answered back with a respectful tone.

“Alright then. Diana?” My friend told his ‘wife’, as the black-haired canine demi-goddess silently nodded, as both of them left the room, closing the door behind them. He also throws me the keys to the cell, but only those keys.

Good… Then not even they will be able to hear what I’m going to say. I place the key into the key-hole, twist and take a deep breath to prepare my first encounter with an hell-hound. Even if she is dulled and restrained… If I’m not careful, she’ll tear me to shreds if I don’t keep my distance from her.

“Hey…” I start off, trying to make a disarming greeting to see if she can react.

No response… She doesn’t even bother turning her head towards me. This means that she is trying to purposely ignore me, because she don’t want to talk to me, or that she can’t talk back at all.

Strangely, I should be afraid of her because of what she could do… But instead, I feel pity for her condition, how she was mistreated, and that it manages to override whatever fear I had in my mind at the time.

I edge slightly closer, just a little, before I speak again.

“Look. If it makes you feel any better, I despise what my friend, no, that person did to you.” I tell her with a firm tone. “I know that you must hate him right now. So I guess we’re in the same boat for now.”

The hellhound merely scoffed a few seconds later, as if she was very unhappy. However, it was a response, nonetheless, meaning that I was getting somewhere, although for better or worse, I don’t know which it is.

I move closer a little more, as I’m just barely out of range for her to get me. However, at this point, safety is not a concern for now.

“It must have hurt, being beaten and tortured by him and his ‘partner’. I can’t possibly understand how it would truly feel from your perspective, but I know that it must have been something that you very much did not enjoy.” I continue. “And then to be sent off to me… I’m sure that you must really hate yourself right now.”

The hell-hound’s hands clenched tightly, as I could see that I stirred up some anger within her.

“What’s the meaning of all this yapping from you?” She asked with a gruff voice, and a irritated tone. “You think that I’m going to feel like that you care for me. Pah. I’d sooner die than sully my species by being with a pig who wants more out of me.”

“Then why haven’t you broke out yet?” I ask genuinely, hoping to learn more as to how the one who owned him managed to keep her in.

“Take a guess, shit-for-brains.” She growled, before raising a hand to point at the obsidian-black collar on her neck. “If I had this thing off, I would have easily tore this entire place down with my bare hands. I’d rip that bastard’s dick off and shove it into his mouth, so that he could literally fuck himself, and then tear that fucking bitch’s cunt apart. As for you…? Since you’re not involved in all of this, I’ll be very lenient, and just use you as my fuck-toy. Still a better fate than dying at my hands. But I doubt he would get that collar off me. And I can’t do anything about it either. So I’m basically powerless, a humiliated little pup. Go ahead, mock me all you want. I’m going to use every single possible method to get my original power back, so that I can wreak vengeance on the bastard that chained me like this, and then you who would use me as your lady-servant. But if you find a way to release that collar quickly, I’ll consider letting you off and going back to my hunts for my mate.

That… sounds fairly logical in a hell-hound’s perspective. Being her fuck-toy isn’t as bad as it turns out to be, since hell-hounds are rough with their sex, and tend to leave their mates with cuts and bite-marks, they don’t actively harm their partners. I could only imagine how my former friend would go through when that hell-hound is freed.

Fortunately for her, I don’t intend to just buy her… I plan to give her what she is missing… A loyal mate, and I’ve already made my preparations, both mental and physical, for the events to come.

I could hear the mental voices of my head screaming out that my plan was pure insanity. Yet… I am prepared to commit, regardless.

I move closer, making the final steps into what would be considered the most precarious and dangerous phase of my plan to make her believe that we can persuade each other to make a working relationship that won’t end in me being crushed under her, and her having everything she needed.

“Then if I promised that I would not only take off your collar, but be your mate on my own volition… Would you believe me?” I ask her, awaiting her reaction.

When she heard my words, I could swear her ears perked up for a moment, as if the offer intrigued her. However, that moment quickly vanished, as her ears drooped back down, and she barked out a dry laugh.

“Hah. That’s a good laugh. You, be my mate, willingly…?” The hell-hound told me with a snarky tone, before she growled. “Please, I’ve heard lies that are more believable from the thousands upon thousands of flings and one-timers I had before I was captured like this. You’re just simply telling me this, because you want to fuck me, to prove that you’ve stood above our species for the brief moment. Fuck that. We hellhounds are born to be the queens of the sexual food chain. We only allow ourselves to be fucked, only so that you’ll understand that your pathetic carnal drive is nothing before ours. We have conquered gods before, and I will not stain that creed for a mere scrawny brat like you.”

“I’ve learnt a fair lot about your species, through both written reports and recorded observations.” I argue back. “I’m aware of the mindset of your species: Dominant forever, subservient never. I knew that when I looked at you through the eyes, I could see that there is still a burning rage inside of it. You haven’t given up yet. You’re just waiting for the right moment to strike, to regain what you have lost.”

“Geez, no shit, Sherlock.” The hellhound grumbled.

“But in all honesty… I’m not lying about being your mate.” I continue back, as I move around to look at her face-to-face, staring into those blood-red eyes of hers, and her scornful expression, as she looks back at me with nothing but contempt. “Don’t you ever wished that you would find someone that would stay…? I mean, surely that after dealing with so much flings and one-timers, you’d wish that there was a man that would be happy to be your ‘husband’, or at least someone who would be happy to have a long-term relationship as your ‘bottom’?”

The hellhound was silent, as her expression softened a little, which meant that my words had struck her in the right way. I immediately sit down, and cross my legs in front of her.

“You know, I should tell you something.” I tell her with a serious tone. “When I was young, I was taught that there was no such thing as a truly evil species. Sure, some to many individuals in a species are more inclined to malevolent acts, but not all of them are truly malicious. Even the widely-hated species that you are, the hellhounds… are no exceptions. And when I studied your species, I learnt that these words still hold true. So what if you raped all the other men without their consent…? So what if you were crazed for someone to stick your ever-hungry hole into? You may be rough in your ways, but from what I heard… As long as someone is willing to stick with you, despite your rough and coarse ways, you would still cherish them as someone close to you. You’re no different to other females, it’s just your ways are different.”

The hellhound was left speechless, as her eyes showed a rare sign of surprise and shock in them, and she didn’t even move a single inch. After a few moments, she lowered her head slightly, as she responded back.

“Do you… really believe that…?” She asked. “Is that what you think…?”

“…I’m sure that what I’m saying right now, is from my heart.” I respond back. “If you would take me as your mate… Well, I’ll admit that I’m a little masochistic in some ways, so that might have contributed to my love for you… I’d be willing to stay by your side, as long as you would consider me someone you can trust and love. I don’t care if you see me as a worthless cum-shooter, or a breeding machine, as long as you’re happy to keep with me and treat me fairly, that’s all I need. So… what do you say…?”

I reach out my hand, in a gesture of friendship and smiled. “Want to see how I’ll do, for your own desires…?”

The hellhound looked down at my hand for a few moments, before she then looked back at my head.

Head. Hand. Head. Hand. She repeated this order a few times, before she then stopped at my face, as her lips then perked up.

“Heh…” She blurted out.

Her single chuckle then erupted into full-blown laughter, as she clutched her stomach, laughing in pure hysteria and joy, as if she heard the most humorous joke in all of history, and she was unable to feel the pain of her wounds creeping onto her.

Even still, my hand remained, and my smile retained on my face. Suddenly, her hand whipped towards me. I prepared myself, as I hoped that I made the right choice, since she could literally slice my throat open from where I am right now. I close my eyes, in anticipation or fear of what might come.

Much to my relief, I felt a strong grip on my hand, as I quickly open my eyes, and find that the hellhound… was clutching my hand.

“Alright… You got me there. Never once I have heard this sappy drivel from others.” She answered back with a amused tone, before she gave off a toothy grin. “But you know what, you got me with it. I’ll trust you on your word. But you better not go back on your word, because from here on, you’re mine. And only mine. Got it?”

“Crystal.” I nod back, clutching my other hand over her own, caressing the black fur covering it. “If I dare to do such a thing… May the underworld claim my very soul to eternal damnation.”

I then wait for her to release my hand, as I lower mine. “Since we’ve made up to each other… May I ask your name, my future partner, and my future mistress?”

“…It’s Antigone. Better remember it, because you’re going to calling it out a lot in the future.”