User blog:Richard Zhao/The Hellhound in Heat WWYD Response

As per the advice given by the others, I've placed my latest response to this in a blog post. The response that this associates with is right here.

A/N: For those who don't know the story about how Roy and Antigone got together, here is the WWYD where their story can be read, [https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/wiki/Thread:848032 here. ]

I look back at the Hellhound that was standing right over me, as I found that she was quite the looker, considering that her voluptuous body figure, and the undeniably arousing feel of her fur brushing against me. However, I do my best to keep calm, as I immediately make my response back.

“So, wait, you already have children, and thus a mate as well.” I state, as I take a closer look at her other features, noticing that her fairly long obsidian-black hair was tied up by a hair-band, turning it into a fairly tidy pony-tail, considering that hellhound hair is slightly curly at the edges. “If you already have a mate that you could use, then why are you seeking me out?”

“Oh? You’re concerned about that, aren’t you?” She chuckled in a dark manner. “Well, my little ‘husband’ is quite the disappointment. He’s scrawny, he’s scared of me, and he doesn’t even treat me properly like the wife I should be. I would have dumped him off, if I could have managed to get the right papers for it, because I ain’t letting my children stay with a father who won’t even properly care for them.”

“So you hate your husband then for his ineptitude in being a proper father and marriage partner.” I theorise from her words, as it was slightly concerning that her tone remained fairly jovial and playful, and her wide smile never even drooped slightly when she spoke those hateful words. “That’s understandable, but what does that do with me?”

“Silly little human.” She laughed out loud, before she immediately lowered her hands, and caressed my head with both of her hands. “The reason why I sought you out, is because you looked like proper husband material for me. Just look at your bare body. It looks like that you have been hardening it, and you seem to be quite amicable with the mamono community. So I learned of your address from several people who met you, and decided to pay you a visit. And my trust was properly invested, when you gave me a good time, before you dozed off to recover from the session you gave me. So I brought you to my little home, with my little pups outside, waiting for their potential new father to come out. I’m sure that you wouldn’t want to disappoint them, would you, my dear little man?”

I take a moment to consider her words, as I have seen hell-hound pups before, as they are fairly untainted by the instincts of their race, and they are quite adorable and well-liked in the general community. In fact, I was wishing for the moment that I could actually meet one of these pups myself, and all I had to do, is to make my promise to become a husband to this hell-hound.

She seems to look like that she’s a good wife for me as well, in all honesty, although I don’t dare to speak it out to her, as it might accidentally be counted as a confession from me for her to ‘induct’ me into her new family. She did give me a fairly good time, and she had the proper courtesy to let me decide what to do before she starts going another round for me, and somehow… She gives off a familiar aura that makes me feel at ease before her.

That familiar aura… I think that this might turn ugly soon enough. Because I don’t think that this hell-hound lady before me is going to realise that I’ve already been married.

“…I see.” I respond back, as I place my hands on her arms. “I would like to thank you at least for being so kind to hold back your urge to mate with me for so long. I bet that you must really want this, and I know better to deny you.”

“And…?” She asked, her anticipation and lust both rising, expressed in her eyes and expression.

“Although I would be willing to have another session with you, and temporarily act as your mating partner, in order to satiate your lust for the time being, since I have no qualms about helping you out.” I continue, before I take a deep sigh. “But unfortunately for you, I am unable to become your husband… because I have been married.”

“What…!?” The hell-hound exclaimed with pure shock, before it turned into utter disdain. “Explain. Now. I found you to be the right man for me, and you deny me right in the face. I ought to smash you until you’re drooling out and sore all over for that. And trust me, you most certainly won’t like me when I do that while I’m angry like this. It will most definitely hurt you a lot.”

“I know how hard it is to let me go, considering that.” I answer back in a calm manner, not flinching before the furious expression of the hell-hound before me. “But I must confess the fact, that I am unwilling to part with my mate, both because I have promised to be loyal to her as a husband, and that my wife… is a Hellhound like you.”

“…So one of my kin already has you taken then…?” She growled back lowly, before her expression turned back into a smile, although this one seemed quite eerie and ominous. “Well then, I guess that I’ll have to find them and force them to hand you over to me. After all, my pups will have a father, and I will fight even another hell-hound, to ensure that!”

Suddenly, there was the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards the room, originating from outside, before they stopped. And suddenly, the entire wall of the room was smashed apart, revealing a very pissed Hell-hound, whose hair was styled into black bangs, as her blood-red eyes was glowing brightly in tandem with the fury that was emanating from her. Not only that, but I could feel the heat of the flames crackling across her body.

I looked at her in the eyes, as she looked at me briefly with a horrified expression, then back at the hell-hound mounting me, as she immediately roared in absolute rage.

“CLARISA!” She screamed so loud that the entire room trembled by her voice alone. “I FUCKING KNEW IT WAS YOU, YOU GODDAMN WHORE! HOW DARE YOU TAKE ROY FROM ME!? I’LL GUT YOU MYSELF AND SPILL YOUR BLOOD ALL OVER THIS ROOM WHERE YOU DARE DEFILE HIM!”

The hell-hound on top of me, whose name I now knew as Clarisa, immediately adopted a fearful expression, as she seemed to be legitimately terrified by my own wife, something that I didn’t expect from a hell-hound, who are not known to show any terror in their faces at all.

“A-Antigone…!?” Clarisa exclaimed. “How did you-?”

Antigone immediately roared, as she grabbed Clarisa by the neck, and threw her off the bed that I was on, as I hastily backed away as close to the wall as I could, with Antigone grappled Clarisa by the head, slamming her face on the wall repeatedly, as it was caked with more plaster dust each time her head was slammed into the wall. Even the reinforced walls were taking damage from Antigone’s furious rampage on the other hell-hound, as the wall was beginning to crack from the point of impact.

After having enough of smashing Clarisa’s face on the wall, which left Clarisa in a utter daze, due to the fact that not even a hell-hound’s physique could take that many blows to the face and still be unscathed. Antigone then threw Clarisa down on her back, before she immediately pressed her right foot on Clarisa’s chest to stop the other from getting up on her feet. Clarisa immediately tried to get the foot on her chest off, although Antigone merely increased the pressure, causing the other hell-hound to groan in pain.

“I never thought that you would come into my life again, after everything you have done to me, Clarisa.” Antigone growled with complete animosity in her voice, staring at Clarisa as if she believed that glares could kill people. “Of all the sisters I had, you were the cruellest of them all in mocking my attempts to find a mate, and picking on me. And now here you are, trying to take my own mate from me. I think that thanks to the fact that I have been disowned from my own pack, there’s nothing stopping me from returning all that abuse right back at you, isn’t there, second sister?”

Clarisa tried to mouth something back, before Antigone merely kicked Clarisa’s head with a mighty forward kick, bouncing her own sister’s head against the floor with enough force to make a impression on the carpeted ground.

“Don’t bother trying to weasel your way out of this one.” Antigone coldly hissed. “Ever since I found your hairs on our own bed. OUR OWN BED WHERE WE DO THE MATING! I knew that you were responsible for the disappearance of my husband here. You already have a mate, and yet you try to steal mine. Have you forgotten who it is that initially had mother’s favour? I was the strongest of the pack, and so I should have had a mate fitting for me before any of you. But instead, all I’m left with is pathetic flings and useless bastards who won’t even act like a proper mate to me.”

She then immediately slid her foot right towards Clarisa’s neck, clamping it down, gently choking the sister hellhound, as Antigone bent down, as she lowered her crimson claw-nails towards Clarisa’s face.

“How the mighty have fallen, second sister.” Antigone chuckled maliciously, with a cruel smirk on her face. “You were prideful in the fact that your so-called wiles would allow you to take whoever you wished as your mate, even daring to touch mine. However, you seem to have forgotten that crossing me doesn’t leave you without a few scratches or scars. I really wonder how much you paid for plastic surgery to cover the more grievous of the wound I gave you. So as the big sister, I am, I’ll teach you your place, the rightful place where you and all the sisters truly belong. You’ll change your ways when I tear that face of yours into a bloody mess.”

Antigone slowly scratched the face of her sister slowly, as it left a trail of blood with the width of a pin-prick, as Clarisa looked fearfully at the wound that her sister gave her. Antigone then immediately raised her hand, as she was ready to claw Clarisa’s face out.

But that’s when I realised that Antigone was going too far, as she was about to mutilate her sister in a manner that was going to scar Clarisa permanently, both physically and mentally.

“Antigone! Stop, please!” I shouted out loud, in a pleading tone.

Antigone’s hand immediately stopped just before Clarisa’s face, as she turned her head to face me with a very heated expression.

“Stop? My dear Roy, my sister took you from me.” Antigone dryly growled back. “She will get her punishment for this, one way or the other. I will not let her go free, when she dared to use you as a toy for her own pleasure. If she wants someone to fuck so badly, then she can do it with her mate.”

“She can’t.” I respond back. “Her husband is at wit’s end because of her. She did this, because she needs someone that would actually be able to accept her.”

“Well, you reap what you sow, as the saying goes.” Antigone snarled, before turning back to Clarisa. “Fitting how a manipulative bitch like her gets a unworthy husband, especially with that smug attitude of hers. It still hasn’t changed all those years, has it, Clarisa?”

Clarisa immediately turned her head slightly, as her expression turned sorrowful, while Antigone growled at her.

“Antigone… She has children, children that she has to support alone, because their father doesn’t care for them at all.” I tried to reason with her again, hoping that the fact that her sister had children would be able to placate her.

Antigone reacted to that, as she immediately froze up, turning silent for a moment, before she then immediately lifted her foot, and pulled Clarisa up by the collar, moving her face close to hers with a snarl.

“Clarisa, is what Roy told me true, that you actually have children?” Antigone asked Clarisa.

Clarisa didn’t respond for a while, before Antigone shook her violently. “TELL ME! TELL ME RIGHT NOW, OR I’LL-“

“Yes… Yes it is.” Clarisa answered back softly, which Antigone barely heard, as she immediately stopped shouting as well. “I have two children. And both of them are hell-hounds. They’re your nieces, Antigone…”

“And what does that have to do with me?” Antigone scoffed. “You think that I’ll take pity on you, just because you have your children. Don’t forget that when you’re ousted from your pack, you create another pack. What does your pack have to do with me? Why should I care about your children, who have no relation to me, except through you, as distant sisters?”

“You don’t understand!” Clarisa shouted. “I may have lied and coerced men into being my mates from time to time, but I truly care about my children! They’re the next generation, and they’re the only thing that I could take joy and pride in, other than my accomplishments! I don’t care what I have to do, to ensure that they’ll have a father that’ll care for them properly! That’s why I went after your Roy, because he’s the father that they truly need, the father that they’re supposed to grow up with!”

“MY ROY IS NOT FOR YOUR USE!” Antigone screamed back. “HE’S MINE AND MINE ALONE! YOU NEVER SHARED YOUR MATES WITH ME, SO WHY SHOULD I DO THE SAME, REGARDLESS OF YOUR INTENTIONS!? I REFUSE TO GIVE HIM TO YOU, AND I WILL MAKE ABSOLUTELY SURE OF THAT!”

“THEN HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MOTHER MANAGED TO FIND YOUR FATHER, AND BRING ABOUT YOU!?” Clarisa yelled back, having had enough of being shouted at by her sister.

Antigone immediately turned silent, as her expression turned into utter disbelief. “What… What did you say…?” She asked with a completely shaken tone.

Clarisa immediately realised what she just said, as she covered her mouth in great regret. “A-Antigone… I didn’t mean to say that. I should have never said that-“ She tried to apologise.

Antigone immediately dropped Clarisa, as she fought back the urge to cry, as her expression was torn with emotional pain and sorrow. She immediately walked over to the room’s door, and immediately slammed it open.

“Get out.” Antigone told her sister with a shaky voice.

“Antigone…” Clarisa was about to say.

“GET OUT! GET OUT AND NEVER LET ME SEE YOU AGAIN EVER IN MY LIFE!” Antigone screamed with fury, as hot tears ran down her cheeks.

Clarisa immediately darted out of the room, closing the door behind her, afraid of what her sister would do to her, if she didn’t do as she was told.

Antigone then immediately collapsed on the ground, as she was on her knees, crying her entire heart out, something that I have never seen before, especially not at the first time we met. Her cries were so sorrowful and pathetic, that I couldn’t help but hug Antigone, who didn’t even seem to notice.

“There there… Antigone… “ I slowly speak to her with a caring tone akin to that of a doting father. “It hurts me when you cry like this, but I know that all of this hurt you so much in the inside. Take your time to cry. I won’t leave your side until you’ve calmed down. Your mate is right here with you, making sure that you’ll get better soon.”

I slowly sink into her warm fur, as I continue my comforting patting to help her as much as I can.

Today… was not a good day at all, both for me and Antigone. At this kind of mood, I think that Antigone might fall into a severe bout of depression after all of this. If that happens, then things won’t be going so well, and she might lose the very qualities that made her my proper wife.

After all, who wouldn’t want to take care of their wife, one who always takes care of them in their own unique way, and always welcomes you back with a smile or a grin…?

Outside, Clarisa was making her way through the house, as she was holding back the urge to cry as well, especially in regret of what she did to her own sister. Even if they were never good with each other, Clarisa knew that she took it too far. Perhaps she should have calmed down and let Roy do the talking for her.

‘But despite my knowledge… I went and said that…’ Clarisa thought to herself. ‘Oh, how Mother would discipline me for daring to use that against Antigone… If only I knew that Antigone was this man’s wife, I would have let her have it… After all, all these years… And I finally understand what it felt to be like Antigone, unloved and unrespected…’

Clarisa immediately made her way to the lounge room, where her two daughters were, as they both seemed to take after their mother, although one of them had a red-ribbon tying her short straight hair, and the other had slightly messy hair. Both of them seemed to be the same age as middle-school students.

“Mama, what’s wrong? We heard the entire commotion from here?” The ribbon-wearing daughter asked in a fairly innocent tone. “Did Mommy managed to have the ‘fun thing’ with New Daddy?”

“New Daddy… is very busy.” Clarisa lied to her daughters, smiling awkwardly to ensure her daughters believed that she was alright, when she was anything but. “He decided to go back home, and said that he would come to visit us later.”

“But Mother…?” The daughter with the messy hair asked, pointing at the bloody gash on Clarisa’s face. “Why do you have that gash on your face. Did something bad happen between you and our new father?”

“Yeah… You could say that.” Clarisa chuckled, as she immediately wiped the blood off with her fingers. “Don’t worry though, it wasn’t his fault. I just accidentally snagged my face on the side of something fairly sharp. It isn’t deep, so it’ll heal up.”

“Are you sure, mama? You look like that you aren’t happy…” The daughter with the ribbon asked with a adorably unhappy expression. “Teacher told us that when you look into someone’s eyes you could tell how someone feels. And mommy looks very… sad…”

Clarisa immediately walked over to her daughters, as she immediately hugged them close.

“Oh, my precious daughters… There is nothing wrong with me. I’m just simply sad about how your old father neglects you so.” Clarisa answered back. “Don’t worry though. I’ll find you a better father who will care for you, and teach you so many more things, as well as have fun with you all.”

“Really? You promise, mother?” The messy-haired daughter asked with anticipation in her voice.

“Mother always keeps her daughters’ promises.” Clarisa chuckled, before she released them. “Now, I just need to wash myself from all the sweat and exhaustion I have had with your potential new father. You just keep on playing with each other for the time being, okay?”

“Okay, mama!” The ribbon-wearing daughter answered back with energetic enthusiasm.

Clarisa then left the lounge, as she slowly treaded towards her own bedroom, before she immediately laid down on her bed, and wept into her pillow with pure grief, not wanting her daughters to hear her in such a sorry state.

Holding the sulking Antigone over my shoulder, after a cab trip, and a few minutes of walking, we make it back to our own home, as I immediately open the front door, and push her through it.

After a few moments, we both make our way to our bedroom, as I slowly lower the large canine that is my wife on the bed, as I make sure that she is alright. Upon closer inspection, she was still sniffling from before, although it was much more fainter, either because she was trying to hide it, or she’ll already feeling better.

“…Don’t leave me, Roy…” She muttered quietly, in a tone that was much different to the prideful and confident tone she always spoke to me with.

I only sigh, before I join her on the bed, before placing the blanket over us, and gently place a hand on her head, and rub her between the ears, where she often liked being rubbed at.

“…Do not worry, Antigone… I’m here. I’m always here… I won’t go anywhere any time soon…” I tell her softly. “…Because I’m your husband, and you’re my wife… No matter what happens.”

Antigone smiled softly in response, as she pulls me closer into her embrace, as the two of us lie together in bed, slowly recovering from today’s events.

Well, that's that done. I decided to continue up on the story of Roy and Antigone the Hellhound, this time based on the linked WWYD.

I've made this story one that describes more about Antigone's past, especially with Roy meeting one of her sisters. Not to mention that it has hell-hound cubs, which should add some cuteness value to this story, even with their brief appearance.

Since I never asked this before, please feel free to comment about my piece of work, and tell me what you liked about the story, and what you needed more of, in my stories.