[b][u][center]A Pushy Neighbor Part 3 For BlazingPelt By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] As soon as they entered the bedroom, Damien had him flat on his back with those big, fuzzy paws right on his chest. The sheer size of them was bad enough, the heels digging into his ribs and grinding the air right out of his lungs, forcing him to breathe in the thick, raw odor that clung to the bottom of the sweaty soles. That was both the hard and the easy part for the cat. Jake groaned every time that he was forced to take in a breath. Whether it was from his nose or his mouth, he could taste the sheer power of that musk, taste the sweat, feel it running over his tongue and through his nose just from breathing it in. Whatever the hellhound had been doing last night, his feet were positively rank. And… He liked it. The cat groaned as his dick continued to throb between his legs, pushing up into the air as the hellhound dragged his feet from one side of the cat’s chest to the other, smearing his fur with the sweat, marking him even further as the bitch that he was becoming. The slut that had given up all will to be anything other than Damien’s plaything. “Mmmph…” The cat groaned, trying to keep his cock from getting even harder at the thought, but that was clearly not going to happen. He shivered as he felt the urge to cum rising again, his need to blow his load completely unfulfilled, despite trying to get off in the bathroom. The feeling of it throbbing between his legs only made the smell of those musky soles that much stronger, and it made the desire to submit stronger, as well. [i]How the hell am I going to…going to get out of this?[/i] he wondered. [i]Do I even want to anymore?[/i] That was a question he honestly didn’t have an answer for, and it was a question that he feared would soon have very little point to it. Damien ground his feet back and forth again, and Jake groaned, feeling one of the sweaty toes pressing against his lips. The taste of it was just as bad as the scent, and yet, just as good at the same time. His mind swam in the taste of the sweat and the musk and the corruption, and he shivered as he dragged his tongue along the toe, his cock leaping upwards and spitting pre every time another bit of the hellhound’s sweat ran down his throat. And it made his master laugh. “You really are a bitch, aren’t you? I thought that you might be a good slave, but you just [i]are[/i] a bitch.” “Mmmph…I am…what you make me…master.” And that was the part that Jake just couldn’t escape. There was no getting away from the truth. No getting away from what he had lost. His body was no longer what he had made it. Hell, it was no longer anything resembling what he had been born with. He would have needed surgery to get it to this point, and even that wouldn’t have looked like this. [i]I have the hips of a woman, the ass of a whore, and the lips of a cocksucker,[/i] he thought. [i]What else can he give me?[/i] He didn’t dare ask that out loud, because he knew that Damien would have all sorts of answers for him, but he knew that he would embrace anything that he was given. That was his curse. That was his blessing. Finally, the sweaty feet slid away from his face. Gasping for breath, the feline looked up at his master, shivering as he felt almost a sense of withdrawal as the musk was pulled away from his nose. It must have showed, because Damien smirked. “You are a bitch.” “Yes, master.” “Whose bitch are you?” “Yours, master.” “And what does that mean?” “I do everything that you tell me to do,” Jake said, lowering his head. “I am your slut, your bitch, your whore, if you want me to – mmmph!” He had to bite his lips to keep from groaning too loud as the hellhound grabbed him by his nipples, pinching them hard and pulling on them. While his nipples had grown, his chest still had no boobs, though there was the hint of fat beneath the little buds that showed that they might be in the process of growing. That idea actually made his dick twitch all the harder, wondering what it would be like if the hellhound turned him full shemale. If he would become something like that…if he would lose every bit of his masculinity save for the cock between his legs… Damien pulled, twisted, teased the little nubs, and Jake bit his lips, his tongue, everything he could to try and keep from whimpering like a little bitch, but it was a hard battle to fight. All he could do was moan through his clenched jaws, feeling the hot puffs of air slipping from his nose as he leaned forward. “You’re gonna do exactly what I say, Jake. And when I’m done with you, you’re going to beg me to use you in every way that you can think of, and hope that I come up with even more ways when you’re not looking.” “Mmmph…master…” “You want it?” “Mmph…nnngh…” “Say it, slut. You’ve been changing ever since you met me. Look at you. Barely able to stay on your knees when I’m pulling on your nips. Think that a real man would be bothered by something like that?” He knew that a real man wouldn’t. He knew that he hadn’t been a real man for a very, very long time. That didn’t mean that this was any easier. The cat looked down at the floor as the hellhound’s claws left his chest, leaving his nipples sore, but hard. Hard and sensitive, poking forward and feeling every little bit of air stirring in the room. That was just one more humiliation heaped on his head, one more thing that he would have to live with even if he denied what Damien said. Not to mention that there was the lingering worry that he could no longer deny Damien anything. He had lost his bedroom, his house, his time, his body. Everything seemed to belong to the hellhound now. Was there any point in even thinking of resisting anymore? Did he really want to? The shivers that ran up and down his spine when he was around his master these days had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with arousal. The only time it deviated from that even slightly was when he felt the need to submit further, or the need to be humiliated before the hellhound. He didn’t even know when he needed it. Damien just seemed to know when to deliver it, to make the whole experience that much more delicious for the pair of them, and the hellhound did it better than anyone that the cat could think of. He was doomed. And there was no getting around it. He might as well embrace the devil rather than flee from it. “I want…” “Yes?” “I want…” “Say it, slut.” “I want you to be my master…I want you to…to break me…” “Heh, I broke you a very long time ago…but I can make you mine, now.” Half-expecting to be turned over and pushed down onto his hands and knees, the cat was surprised to have his chin grabbed and pulled up. Soon, they were standing together, the hellhound looking into his eyes. Those red orbs gleamed with a horrible light, but at the same time… As the same time, there was something else there. A bit of happiness. A bit of hope. A bit of possessiveness. He shivered as he felt the hellhound pull him closer, their mouths opening, their tongues extending. The touch of the long, slender hellhound tongue rather than a normal dog tongue was a bit weird, but – “Mmmph!” He was yanked close, their lips held together, their mouths held open in the kiss. He felt the tonguing touch of the other male running almost down his throat, but there was something else going on. A miasma of sorts, a gas, a foul, bitter taste that was running from the hellhound to him. Jake groaned, trying to pull back, but it was too late. His body was too weak, Damien’s too strong for him to resist. All he could do was take it, breathing in the foul smoke that his master was breathing into his lungs. In, in, in, he kept breathing. He couldn’t puff out, somehow having his body changed so that it didn’t happen. He gasped for air, trying to get something clean, but there was nothing for him to take in. There was only more of the smoke, more of what Damien was giving him. He choked down the smog, the miasma of whatever it was that the hellhound was breathing, feeling it scorching the insides of his lungs, burning through his air. His eyes teared up, his face burned, the inside of his chest felt like it was on fire. And through it all, the hellhound kept tasting the inside of his mouth like it was some sort of buffet. Finally, his master let him go, and he collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath and holding his throat like someone who had just been choked out. Which, in a way, he had. He flopped out, feeling the heat spreading from his middle towards his limbs, and then down towards his backside, over his balls, down his dick, into his legs. Soon, it touched on every single part of his body, and there was nothing that wasn’t burning hot, nothing that wasn’t sweating up a storm. “What –” He coughed, spitting on the floor. “What did you…what did you do…to me?” “I’m giving you what you want, boy.” The hellhound chuckled, sitting down on the foot of the bed, crossing one leg over the other as he looked down at the squirming cat. Jake groaned, struggling to get to his knees, and when that failed, struggled to get to all fours. Everything was shaking, everything was weak as he felt like his skin was crawling, his body shifting, everything bubbling up from within and making him sick and ecstatic all at once. “I’m turning you into a demon.” Jake gasped, then fell on his side, losing his strength as he moaned for the heavens. He arched his back as he rolled onto it, his hips bucking towards the ceiling, his body burning up for an entirely different reason. Everything felt…needy. Horny. Desperate for something, anything to give him what he wanted, what he craved, what would fill up the emptiness beneath his tail. And he was transforming. He didn’t notice it at first, but he was transforming, his body warping, his whole being becoming something demonic rather than something mortal. And it was starting with his cock. Jake looked down at his dick, staring at it as it started to grow even further than it already had, pushing out from his crotch like someone had a hook under the head and was giving it a steady tug. He grimaced, his teeth clenching to hold back the puffing moans that were straining to come out as he watched. One inch, two, three, four pushed out of his crotch, giving him an absolutely enormous dick. His balls churned beneath it, swelling up and getting thicker, heavier. His thighs were getting pushed out, spreading out, his balls dangling further between his legs and slowly running down to hold their position over his hole. [i]Mmmph…fuck…fuck…fuck![/i] The transformative heat was burning through him faster and faster, leaving him shaking as he humped upwards with a bigger dick than any cat should have had. It had to be at least a foot long, maybe even a bit longer, but that was nothing. He could feel it throbbing, twitching, dancing, felt the pre that was running from the head down to the base, but… But… But he couldn’t cum. There was no way for him to go over that edge, no way for him to blow that load right now. Something had changed in his cock, almost like he had been restricted from any sort of self-pleasure. As the realization hit him, he felt his ass starting to bubble and throb, just like his cock had. Jake struggled, putting all his effort into getting back to his feet, and he barely managed it, wobbling around as he used the end of the bed for a bit of assistance in standing. He shivered, feeling his ass throbbing, filling up. There was more weight back there…much more weight. “What…how…” “Look in the mirror, bitch.” The hellhound’s suggestion made sense. He looked over his shoulder, and he stared at what was waiting for him. His ass was definitely getting bigger, and doing it at a rapid rate. His buttocks were already nearly two inches further around than they had been, and they were still swelling, his cheeks hanging down just a bit from their own size and pushing out from the muscle that was supporting them. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but there it was. There was no denying that he was getting one hell of a fat ass. And a thick, chunky, fuckable one, too. He reached back and touched it, running his fingers over the cheeks before spreading them. The hole between… “Mmmph…” “Never knew how much you were being fucked, slut?” Damien’s laugh accentuated the sheer size difference between what his hole had been and what it was becoming. Way back before he met the hellhound, he had engaged in a bit of anal play, but he had never done that much of it. His hole had still been a simple little pink star, nothing more, and nothing less. Now, it was a rough, loose, stretched, wrinkled bit of an orifice, something that looked like it could take a horse cock without even struggling. He shivered as he looked at it, feeling like it was the mark of a slut, the mark of a whore to be that loose in the backside. It was both a humiliating gesture, and…in its own way…a badge of honor. The idea that he had fallen that far was enough of a thing to make his cock jerk, to spill a bit of pre on the floor, and he groaned as he realized what he had just done. He fell down to his knees, instinctively trying to lick it up. [i]Oh god, I’m breaking…I’m breaking…[/i] No, he was broken. There was no getting around that. He was broken a long time ago, and now he was just showing it. Shivering, he fell to all fours again, feeling his ass cheeks bouncing in a way that they had never done before. The heat through his body was spreading again, pulling at him from his head and his feet, almost like he was – “NNNNNNGH!” He held back the scream as his spine felt like it was crunching down, his body feeling terribly compressed for nearly five seconds. It was not quite agony, but it was the feeling that someone got when they knew they should [i]be[/i] in agony, that horrible ghost feeling when you looked at something wrong – like a broken bone, like a bleeding wound – and you couldn’t quite feel it. That terrible feeling of anticipation when you know that you should be feeling horrible, in the most dreadful agony, but felt nothing. And that was what it felt like as the compression went on, as he watched his limbs shorten, as he felt his spine crack, crack, crack into a form that was shorter than his old form by nearly a full foot. He panted for breath when it finally came to an end, his body shaking from head to toe, his eyes wild as he looked up at the hellhound. “Why?” “Because an imp is not that big. And besides, you’ll feel even tighter around this, now.” The hellhound offered his dick with a smirk, and the cat shivered. He felt the itching in his back that could only mean the start of wings growing in, little tiny bat wings if he had any guess towards it. On the top of his head, he felt a similar itch, but that one was spiked with a bit of pain, as well, two little points that were probably pushing through his fur. [i]Mmmph…horns…horns and wings…[/i] His master wasn’t kidding. He really was going to be a demon. As he felt them coming in, he felt something else starting to burn. The heat of the foul smog that the demon had breathed down his throat was settling into his belly, and then running further down, making its way into his guts, and then down to his bowels. He shivered as he felt his loose hole clenching, his ass cheeks clapping together at the sudden hunger that filled his lower body. “Mmmph…nnngh…my…my ass…” “It’s hungry, isn’t it?” He nodded helplessly, his body starting to feel like it hadn’t had a fucking in years. Not an orgasm in decades. The need was something that was so different, so distinct, so very powerful that he nearly shoved a fist up his ass right there and then. The only thing that stopped him was the bop on his nose, and the familiar smell, of the master’s cock. Panting hard, sweat running down his forehead and his chest in rivers, the former cat looked up. His eyes focused on the heavy cock in front of him, the hot musk of cock pulling him back to the moment. He opened his mouth without the slightest hesitation, and then that dick was shoved right into his mouth. “Mmmph!” The imp-cat moaned at the taste of it, feeling the juices of cock and manhood running over his tongue and reminding him of his place. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, his pleasure running through him at such a high intensity that all his worries seemed to disappear. It even took the edge off the hunger in his ass. He bobbed his head back and forth without needing to be told, savoring the feeling of the hot, hard rod rubbing over his tastebuds. The way that it ground the essence of hellish manhood into his head, the way that it left him unable to think of anything but hot, hard dick, made him feel better. It made him feel less bothered. Less anxious. More complete. He had one purpose, he realized, one purpose in life, and that was to take care of Damien. No matter what the master wanted, no matter how outrageous the need, Jake was there to take care of it, to make sure that everything was going to be okay, to make sure that all needs were met and soothed and catered to. He was a good cat. He was a good imp. He was a good slave. Moaning under his breath, the cat sucked that shaft down to the root again and again, feeling it running and rubbing against the back of his throat, filling his neck up and making him grunt from time to time. Every single bit of that shaft got soaked with his spit, and every bit of it was cleaned of the slightest bit of pre-cum, satisfying the hunger that he had in his belly… But not the one that he had in his ass. It felt like he was painfully empty, like his hole needed something inside of it to make him complete. The need was something that he couldn’t finger away, he found out. Even as he slid three of them inside of his pucker as he bobbed his head up and down the master’s cock, even as he rapidly fucked himself on them, there was no sign of the relief that he craved. He needed more than what he could give himself with fingers. He needed cock. The cat groaned, panting, keeping up the blowjob for as long as he could before the desire for dick back there became too much for him. With a whimpering moan, he pulled off the master’s cock, turning around and showing off his pucker. “Please, please, sir. I need something inside of me. Anything. Please, I need it. I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything before.” “Heh, and you think I’m just going to give it to you?” “Mmmph. Please, if you don’t…If you don’t, I’ll go crazy.” And he honestly felt that was the truth. There was no hyperbole there. He needed to get fucked at this point. He needed something that wasn’t him fucking him in the ass, stretching his rim, making it burn with the heat of a thousand fucks. If he didn’t, then he was going to lose his mind and turn into some sort of feral. The hellhound…for once…listened. And just like that, he found himself getting pulled up on his hands and knees, his ass in the air and a cock rubbing between the cheeks. There was the slightest hint of a knot to the otherwise humanoid shaft rubbing along his ass, but rather than being frightened, it only turned Jake on that much more. He wanted it. He needed it. There was not much teasing before Damien rammed his way in. Jake arched his back as he felt the tip rip his asshole open, forcing its way deeper than he had felt anything in far too long. It was even better than when Damien had fucked him before, going in faster, deeper, [i]easier[/i] than any other fuck in his life. It was perfect. As the cat moaned, rocking his hips back, he savored the feeling of his rim burning, the hot, dry penetration fucking with him as much as it was pleasing him. He arched his back again and again, each thrust, each push back of his hips grinding that dick against that magic little button inside of him. His cock thrust forward, slapping up against his belly in response, and pre was flowing like water from a broken spigot. Jake gasped and panted and moaned like a good little whore, even when the master pulled at him from behind, grabbing him by the neck and squeezing, pulling on the collar that he wore. “Whose slut are you?” “I’m Damien’s slut, Damien’s bitch!” he shouted back. “Heh, you want master’s cum in you? Huh? You want to cum?” “Yes, master, yes, I want to cum. I need to cum!” “Keep riding, slut. I’m getting close.” He could believe it. He could feel that hot, fat shaft rubbing against his hole, pushing against his pucker, begging to get inside of him. He could feel that start of a knot against his hole, starting to pop against his rim as it got bigger, and bigger, fatter and faster. [i]I need it, I need it, I need it…[/i] The cat was lost in fucking himself on the shaft, lost in taking in the pleasure that he hadn’t been able to get before. He needed to cum. He needed to blow his load. Even when the master stopped thrusting, the cat kept bouncing his hips up and down, fucking himself on that cat cock, pushing it into his depths with all the will that he could manage to summon. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, constantly fucking himself, filling his asshole up, spreading his inner walls on the fat cock and making it go as far inside of his body as he could manage. His cock was bobbing up and down below him, spitting pre over the carpet, his balls churning and swaying. They were bigger than Damien’s balls, he was vaguely aware of, and he was almost proud of that fact. That bulge at the bottom of the hellhound’s dick was getting bigger, too, giving a satisfying ‘pop’ every time that he pushed it into his hole, every time that he pulled it back out. He swore that he was getting looser, that he was fucking up his ass by doing this, but he barely cared anymore. All that mattered was that dick. All that mattered was his orgasm. In and out, in and out, thrusting his big ass back and feeling it wobble, pulling it tight and feeling the cheeks clap around the sides of the shaft. In and out, in and out, in and – POP! Jake gasped as the knot finally locked with him, cumming on the spot. He spurted his seed all over the carpet, more than he had ever let out before in a single orgasm, and he swore that he was cumming his brains out with it. The fact that he was getting filled from behind at the same time only made it that much better, his ass clenching down hard on that shaft and milking it as he felt the foul seed of his master starting to spread through his insides. Despite knowing its corruptive power, he couldn’t keep himself from wanting it. He needed it. Craved it. Wanted more and more and more of it. He kept squeezing down until the master pulled that shaft free, leaving him half-gaping, his wrinkled, puffy pucker pulled out a bit with the sudden yank. Even as it started recovering, though… “Mmmph…master!” Jake moaned, his chest hitting the floor, his fur soaking up some of the seed that he’d just sprayed all over the place. “Master! I…I need…I need more!” The hellhound chuckled at him, sitting down on the bed with his cock still pointing forward. There was no sign of any filth there, just the slime of orgasm. Damien pointed at it. “If you want it, clean it.” There was nothing that Jake could do. The heat in his ass was too strong for him to fight, the urge and the need to cum again too strong for him to resist. Anything that allowed him to have even the slightest possibility of getting relief was something that he would do. As he lunged for that shaft, as he forced it all the way back in his throat, he tasted his own bitterness on it. No filth, just the taste of having been in his ass. The shame crawled across his cheeks in a hot blush, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. Not nearly enough to stop him from sucking that dick as hard as he could and pulling it down his neck. Up and down, up and down he went, even as he shoved four fingers up his asshole and fucked himself on them. His hips bounced as if he was riding a dildo or a fat dick behind him, fucking his ass on his fingers and spilling unholy seed all over them. Damien laughed, but the feline couldn’t stop himself, his body corrupted and transformed and degraded so far that nothing was off-limits for him. He moaned as he huffed in the master’s musk, sucking it up from the balls and crotch, bobbing his head down to the base until the shaft was completely cleaned of his ass and the master’s cum. Moaning, he pulled off, his mouth open, showing the slime inside of it as he fucked his ass with his fingers still. “I…I did it…master…” “Now the balls, slut.” He groaned, but he stuck out his tongue. It was longer, too, matching the master’s in length. He was truly part-demon now, though how much remained to be seen. With a whimper, he dragged his tongue along the master’s orbs, lifting them up and letting them drop as he traced his tongue along them. Every slow, firm movement left a wet mark on the furry, shaggy orbs, and he tasted sweat, pre-cum, and more filling his mouth, burning his tongue. He was thirsty, but there was no way for him to stop, not when the master’s seed had altered his ass even further. If he had thought he was empty before back there, now he felt gaping, ravenous, starved of attention. There was nothing but the need to be filled, nothing but the addiction to having the master’s seed in his ass. Lick, lick, lick went his tongue, each time trying to find a new spot on those balls to lick. He knew that there was only so much he could do, but he hoped that it would be enough. He wanted to…He needed to… “Now the taint.” He shifted his position as the master leaned back on the bed, dragging his tongue down from the hefty sac to the spread of skin between the balls and the asshole. Sweat and more cum was there, somehow, almost like the master had been drooling it out of the cat’s ass and down on himself. Possible, certainly. “Now the hole.” Whimpering in growing desperation, Jake did as he was told, going back down to the master’s musky rump, pushing his tongue against the pucker. It opened for him, and he thrust it inside, filling the master’s ass as quickly as he could. The hot, humiliating taste of a big musky butt was always there, reminding him of what he was doing. The master clenched down, squeezing on his tongue, holding him in place. He could barely hear the master for the taste he was forced to take in. “Feel that, slave?” “Mmmph…” “This is where you belong. Under me. Under my ass. Under my cock. Under everything and anything I put in front of you.” “Mmmph…mmmph…” “You may thank me later.” Damien finally let go, and the cat pulled his tongue back into his mouth. Before he could beg for more, the hellhound rolled forward, shoving him onto his back and following him down. This time, he was under Damien’s feet again, and somehow, they were back to being sweaty and muskier than ever before. They smothered his face, blinding him, but he could still feel his master’s hand on his cock. “Mmmph!” One stroke, that was all it took. One stroke, and he was blowing his load in a way that he could never do while touching himself. Jake arched his back, humping futilely against the hand that he was soaking in seed. His entire body felt like it was seizing up from the pleasure, his balls blowing another massive orgasm all over the place. [i]Cleaning…is gonna…be…a bitch…[/i] thought the one part of him that wasn’t focused on sex. He flopped down, panting, his mouth opening as the feet were pulled away and a cum-soaked hand was presented to him. He licked it clean, slowly tasting his own product. It had the same bitterness as the master’s breath, as the smog that had transformed him. Truly, he was part-demon now. “Heh…you made a hell of a mess. I bet you’re going to be cleaning for hours.” “Mmmph…” “And you better clean quick. That heat’s not over, you know. Should be back in…oh, five minutes?” “Mmmph……” He whined, knowing that he needed to get up, but the master was there, and… Well… It just looked like he’d suffer. Guess this was his life now…perpetual pleasure and suffering and service. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]