[b][u][center]Special Positions, Special Perks Part 17 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] “I can’t believe that we have to do this…” Vitus’s cheeks burned as he walked down the streets of Absalom in nothing but an illusion and his fur, feeling the wind blowing between the buildings and almost stroking him in his nakedness. The feeling wasn’t as bad as it would have been if he were still completely human, but the fact that he was barely keeping the illusion up due to the teasing touches of the flickering fingers of the breeze did not help. If he hadn’t been particularly careful, the sorcerer’s cock would have been right out in the open, and considering his current anatomy… He glanced down, making sure that the flowing illusion of his robe still covered the dog cock between his legs. It felt impossible that it could be covered, considering that it was a particularly hefty size, but it was. Barely. Sort of. Mostly. Every so often, something pink pushed through the illusion, and he had to shift how it fitted over him. The rest of the illusion, however, was easy. Keeping skin over his fur was not that hard, and making sure that his face looked human rather than this hybrid of canine and human that it currently was hadn’t been that difficult to maintain. No, it was just that damn dog cock…as usual. Of course, walking around without boots or other footwear on the cobblestone streets of Absalom was a bit new, too. He could feel each uncomfortable stone under his paws, against the pads along his sole, and he grumbled every time that he felt them hitting him at a different, more uncomfortable angle. He didn’t know how he was supposed to walk like this, didn’t know how the average dog dealt with this sort of discomfort. Probably they were more used to it, or just didn’t care. Grumbling all the while, he glanced down at Cazna. The dark elf walked at his side in a much smaller illusion, wearing slave garb that pushed her breasts up and showed off just about everything she had to offer in transparent silks. The illusion made her bird-legs look like their drow equivalent, and she… She swayed, he supposed, swayed and showed off in a way that was completely unnecessary for the purpose they were out and about for. He growled under his breath, suppressing the urge to strike her. Strike her ass, at least. “Why are you doing that?” “We want to put on a good show, don’t we?” “Yes, but…” “But?” “This is hard enough to maintain. Do you have to make it harder?” “You could always order me to do something else…” The way that she said it made it clear that she was teasing him to take her in an alley or something, not just tell her to stop her current antics. He growled deep in his throat, forcing his eyes off of her and back on the road. He didn’t need to distract himself now, not when they were this close. [i]Fuck the sergeant and cuckold the commander…how the hell did I get pulled into this one?[/i] Well, that was simple enough. He had already fucked the sergeant, and apparently her husband was a huge pervert. That was clear enough, from all that Cazna had managed to pull out of the messenger. The fact that he was supposed to be the guy that fucked the sergeant again, however…that was new. He had never exactly been a lady’s man in the Arcanamirium, though he had gotten a bit of attention there. Not as much as some, but enough to know that he wasn’t doing badly for himself. But to be the ‘bull’ of a relationship like this? To have to show off how much better he was, how much more manly? If there was one career that Vitus had never imagined for himself, it was that. It had just seemed too out there, too fantastical, and living on an island of magic, that was saying something. He winced as he stepped on a particularly large pebble, stumbling about for a moment or two while resisting the urge to massage the pain out of his paw. Despite the illusion, it would show through that something was wrong with him, something different, and he couldn’t afford giving the pair of them away like that. He needed to wait. They walked through several plazas and down multiple side streets to get to their destination, and along the way, more than one man – mostly humans, but an occasional elf – stopped him and asked him how much it was to fuck Cazna. She always glared at them, and Vitus was left having to explain that she wasn’t for sale in that way, and that they needed to keep moving on. The fact that she didn’t apologize afterwards didn’t help. When they finally arrived at the modest house of the sergeant and the commander, Vitus was tired, a bit sweaty, and more than ready to put this whole thing behind them. The option of just using his magic to zonk out the commander and make him help out was more than slightly appealing, particularly compared to the humiliating sort of feeling that he was going to be breaking up a marriage by doing this. He knew that they were asking him to do this, but he honestly felt like he was doing the wrong thing. [i]Maybe there’ll be some sort of opportunity for something else…[/i] Knock, knock, knock. The door opened on the third knock, and it was Robin, not her husband. Vitus smiled slightly, only for the smile to drop at her flat stare. “Glad you could make it,” she muttered, and he saw her cheeks bloom in a blush. “Um…come in…” “Something wrong?” “No, just…can’t believe that we’re doing this.” Vitus started to open his mouth, willing to call the whole thing off…and then he caught her scent. His nostrils flared, and his eyes widened. Robin was wetter than a lake during a storm, and she was filling the house with her smell. Maybe it was part of her being a were-rat now, and being far less conscious of the smells that she made, but good fuck. He could smell her need to be bred from here, and if the rest of the house was smelling like that… His cock throbbed, the knot pulsing into being at the base, and he had to cover himself down below to keep it from popping right out of the illusion right then and there. He coughed, nodding. “Um, yes…let us in…” As soon as Robin stepped back, her eyes glued to the ground, Vitus almost shoved his way into her house. He was panting hard just from the first few sniffs of her scent, and it was getting to him hard. His cock throbbed harder than ever, and his balls felt like they were churning at the rate that they had been back when Melchiresa had first cursed him. Everything felt like it was turned into high-gear, and he shivered as he felt the urge to slam her down into the ground right then and there, forgetting about her husband, about self-control, about everything. Cazna, on the other hand, only smirked as she stepped inside, casually closing the door behind her. The drow’s self-satisfied grin told him all he needed to know. “You knew.” “Heh…perhaps.” “You…nnngh. Why?” “Because it gets you out of the house, away from him, and more importantly, it will make it so you can focus,” Cazna said. “Brundir is causing problems, and you need to be away from him for a while if you want to think it through safely. No more being around that ‘master’ will give you a chance to actually think clearly.” “Hmmmph…” “And the sex won’t be a bad thing, either. For either of you. She needs to get laid, and you need to let off some steam.” He glared at the drow, though she had a point in the first case. The closer he was to Master Brundir – and even here, he couldn’t stop thinking of the aasimar that way – the harder a time he had actually thinking straight. He couldn’t plan, he couldn’t come up with ideas of how they were supposed to deal with that spell-form in the manor, and he couldn’t think of how he could be properly defiant of the horrible man. Yet, here he was, about to defy the marriage vows of two people, one of which he owed a pretty big debt to, and the other of whom he wanted a great favor from. How this was supposed to work out in his favor, he didn’t know, but he was trusting the pair of females to make it work out for him. “So…what do we do?” he asked. “Well…you should probably meet my husband,” Robin admitted. “This was…mostly…his idea.” “Mostly?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” The sergeant gestured for him to follow, and he went along with it, not knowing what else he could possibly do. After all, this was their show, and he was just one of the performers in it. He didn’t drop the illusion, though. He didn’t want to do that until he was completely sure that this wasn’t some sort of trap. Even with the smell in the air, even with the need as obvious as it could be, there was something in him that distrusted the whole thing, that didn’t want it to be this simple. Vitus shook his head, keeping his eyes down on the floor as he followed the soldier to the next room. Surprisingly, the husband – the commander – seemed to be the most at-ease about this whole thing. Well, unless you counted Cazna, but that was something else. The commander was leaning back against the couch in their living quarters, a great leathery thing that showed more wealth than the rest of the furniture combined, and he had dressed casually, pulling on a cotton tunic and a pair of leather pants rather than his armor. And he was just as hard as his wife was wet. Obviously, there was something there. Obviously, this was at least a little consensual between them. [i]I can’t believe that this is actually happening…I’m…I’m cucking someone…[/i] Of course, it was a common male fantasy to want to be that big guy, to want to be the person that so many other females wanted over the other males in their lives. That was part and parcel to the masturbation fantasies that most men had. But this wasn’t fantasy. This was reality, and he had no idea of how to move forward with this. It was like he had been offered his greatest desire, and nobody had told him what to do with it when he finally achieved the damn thing. As he looked between the slender red-head and then back to the stockier woman, Vitus slowly shook his head. “I have to admit…I never expected this,” he said. “Figure I might as well come out and say it. Never done this in my life.” “Well, that’s a relief,” Robin muttered. “I’m the first slut to throw herself at you.” “Second,” Cazna pointed out. “Um…possibly third, or even fourth,” Vitus admitted. “But, uh, first two times were demon-induced, and the third was forced by someone else, so, don’t think that counts.” The husband – Piers, he finally remembered, Piers was the commander’s name – blinked twice, looking back at his wife, then back at Vitus. “Demon?” “Well, it’s a long story, but, um…Robin, how much have you told him?” “Not much. I mentioned that you were a sorcerer, and that you were big, but…well, that’s about it.” “…Right…” Vitus rubbed the back of his head, sighing. Well, that left a lot unsaid…but hey, maybe it would make this less awkward? “Long story short? There was an event in the Arcanamirium that left me cursed by a demon lord. That event also left me with a cock that seems to addict others to me, and a bit more magic than I really should have. Cazna’s bound by a slave spell that makes it so that she has to do what I say, and your wife turned herself into a were-rat for me. I didn’t ask for any of this.” He paused, thinking for a moment, then nodded. “I think that about covers it.” What had been meant as an explanation, of course, turned into something else entirely. The entire room went quiet, and even Cazna seemed to be staring at him a bit more than usual. Vitus resisted the urge to slap himself; so much for reading the room properly. Robin stared at him, too, and Piers looked like he couldn’t find the words for anything. Well, that had blown up in his face nicely. Sighing again, Vitus shook his head. If there had been any chance, he felt like he had just blown it. Hard. “I should…go.” “Wait.” Piers held out his hand, and Vitus waited. The commander looked at him again, eyes going up and down the illusion, and the human slowly cocked his head to the side. “Are you telling me – and correct me if I’m wrong – but are you telling me that you’re essentially a corruptive monster, that can turn any woman – any person – to his side that he likes? That you are kind of a demon yourself, breaking any person into a harem for yourself if you can get them charmed into your bed?” “…I…guess? I hadn’t thought of it that way before?” Vitus admitted. “Why?” The grin that nearly split the commander’s face in two was all the answer that he needed. Apparently, he fit Piers’s fantasy perfectly. “Let me see what you look like under the illusion.” “Well, if you insist…” Vitus finally dropped the illusion, and the commander’s eyes could not have gone wider. For good reason, he supposed. He was a bigger man than the human, in all sorts of ways. Though being part hellhound did give him greater muscles, he was still relatively lean as that sort of thing went. More than that, he was thick in the shoulders, and had the sort of manly physique that the commander could only dream of. He loomed taller than the other man, and he was definitely bigger where it really counted. His canine cock thrust forward, bulging and throbbing, stiff with a knot that begged for attention. His soft musk started to fill the room, mixing with the heated warmth that came from Robin, and the slightly spicier heat that was coming from Cazna. The elf woman was definitely getting into this as well. The pair of them started to pant a bit, and he could see Robin’s eyes glazing over as she saw his cock again. Padding over to the couch, he looked at Piers again. The human commander was starstruck in a bizarre way, and his leather pants bulged in the front. Not much, though. Not much at all. [i]Bitch needs a bigger cock than that,[/i] the hellhound side of him thought. For a moment, he thought that it meant that the commander needed something bigger, but no. It meant that ‘bitch’ – one of his females – needed a bigger cock than that, needed to be filled with something that was bigger, heftier, hotter. He groped himself at the knot, feeling the pleasure building up, the need to seed someone strong and nearly overwhelming. “On the floor.” Piers dropped from the couch almost immediately, almost like he was afraid. Afraid, and aroused, the hellhound side realized, smelling the fear-sweat along with the throbbing need that the human male had. It was a weak scent, though, something that wouldn’t be smelled on other bitches. Something that wouldn’t be a threat to the hound’s claim. Vitus’s half-muzzle split into a grin as he sat down, his heavy balls resting on the cushions, already leaving something of a scent mark from the sweat on them. He turned to look at Robin on the couch, saw the way that she was staring at him. The urges were obviously filling her, and he could see a hint of change where the moonlight came through the windows behind her. Some fur was starting to sprout along her shoulders. Piers must have seen it too, because he gasped. “She…she really is a were?” “Yep,” Vitus grunted, running a claw along the woman’s top. Not a dress, but a top, a tunic that was loosely tied at the chest. “Strip, bitch.” The hellhound was getting more and more in charge, growling at the back of his mind now that there were two females that were eager for him. Vitus cautiously stepped back, knowing that the hellish hound would be better at this than he was. It understood what they wanted, what they needed. It could be the brute that would fuck them the proper way, while he stayed out of the way and just watched. He blushed to himself as he realized that he was almost being cucked by his demon side, too, that he was the one that was getting out of the way, that he wasn’t manly enough to be in charge while this happened. It was…oddly humiliating, in a way, almost like he had a second personality, a second being in him that would take control if he let it, that would fuck his women if he allowed it. Why did that make the dog cock even harder? [i]I am in charge…I am going to fuck them…[/i] He didn’t know if it was his thought or the hellhound’s, but either way, it worked. The confidence filled him, and he growled as Robin pulled her shirt off, revealing little in the way of breasts compared to what the were-rat form had. He chuckled, shoving her back with one foot paw, rubbing his toes along her belly and up to her chest as he pushed her back into the moonlight. Suddenly, she was growling, arching her back as the white light played across her chest. Her eyes closed tightly as thick fur started growing, bristling upwards, making itself impossible to miss. She looked so hairy, so bestial as her breasts started to swell, growing outwards, the nipples puffing out to be more obvious through her fur. Looking out the corner of his eye, Vitus could see that Piers was harder than ever, the commander obviously smitten with what was happening to his wife. The hellhound growled at the human male. “You. Strip. Show off what you have.” “Mmmph…I….” “I’m Alpha. You do what I say, or you get out.” “…” The human bent to the hellhound’s will, stripping out of his pants. What was revealed was…puny, at best. No more than four inches, stiff and hard, and not that thick, either. It was the sort of cock that you hid when you had people around, the sort of shaft that you paid other people to pretend was bigger than it actually was. He chuckled at the sight of it, shaking his head a few times as he saw it bobbing up and down. One hand reached out, and he flicked it, making it bounce up and slap into the commander’s stomach. “Puny little thing. Look at that, and then look at mine.” He grabbed his cock by the base again, showing off just how thick his shaft was. It was big enough to break holes, not just fill them, and Robin moaned as her breasts continued to swell. Cazna was on the floor before him, and the drow, despite her self-control, moaned as she looked at him. The hellhound smirked on the inside, and it extended their other paw to her. The drow moaned, shivering as she obviously felt drawn to it, and he pushed it down, down between her legs, his blunt claws drawing little lines along her thighs before pressing the wider, less dexterous toes between her legs, rubbing her pussy with them. “Slide…down…” “Mmmph…” “Fuck yourself on my paw.” “Y-yes, Alpha…” She said it in such a perfect way, showing off just how much of a bitch she really was. She wanted to serve. The hellhound would make her serve, make her into a dirty little slut. Allow her to live the life that she had surrendered to. So the harpy wanted to bring a hound into the fold? Let’s see how the demon lord reacted when someone else pulled the same trick…pull a harpy into the pack… More and more, the hellhound pushed itself forward, and more and more, Vitus slid further back… # Cazna groaned under her breath as she slowly spread her legs, allowing the hellhound’s foot between them. The feeling of those claws so near her pussy was a dangerous sensation, but she knew better than to complain. She knew that this was something…this was something that she needed. Hashila burned in the back of her mind, the demon lord telling her what she needed to do. Seduce the hellhound, push him to submit to the lusts in his mind, push him to give his body to the flock. When they were done, he would be part of them…she hoped. The feeling of those toes inside of her did not make it easier, however. She groaned, her pussy spreading wide, her breath coming fast as she felt sweat popping out along her breasts, her talon toes clenching hard beneath her own illusion. She moaned as she rolled her hips up and down, up and down, up and down, fucking herself on the furred toes of her master. She could feel them going deeper, the ball of his footpaw about to press into her like a knot. Despite it all, Cazna could feel herself getting wetter, and the urge to…the urge to give in… It was the aura of a powerful hellhound, she knew. The demonic dogs had a hierarchy, and Melchiresa had put Vitus at the top of the hierarchy that she was forming. That meant that he was an alpha, an alpha hellhound, and they had the demonic corruptive ability to hold others under them, to encourage the submission that other people naturally felt in front of a threat. Even knowing that, Cazna could feel herself surrendering to it, unable to keep herself from feeling that urge to be under him. And it wasn’t just her, either. Robin was lost to it, the sergeant moaning as she finally leaned forward again, furred breasts around either side of Vitus’s cock, and she could see that the woman was lost to her lusts. She was slurping up and down that dog cock, shamelessly worshiping it, and out of the corner of her eye, Cazna could see that Piers was no better, stroking his cock to the lustful, shameless display of hound, wife, and elf slave. [i]It is all going according to plan…hopefully…[/i] Cazna groaned as she popped the rounded ball of the footpaw into her pussy, gasping as her clit was brushed every time that she popped herself on and off of it, fucking herself on it with abandon. More and more, she slammed herself down on it, fucking herself loose. The feathers were growing along her arms and legs, and she could feel them getting thicker. This time, there would be no slowing that down, no way of keeping herself more drow under the illusion. This time, she was surrendering to the depravity, and she couldn’t stop herself. As the little transformations continued to pop in throughout her body, the drow couldn’t help but moan over and over again, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she fucked herself faster and faster on that lowly paw. She knew that it was dirty, that it had dust and sweat on it from walking through the city. She knew that it was marking her, making her a dirty little slut, and her dignity hated it. Yet, her libido loved it…the shame…the slickness…the sheer wrongness of it…it burned through her, and she could feel Hashila feeding on it, and through it, changing her. Cazna’s mouth hung open, the hints of a beak starting to form beneath the illusion. Her arms were becoming more feathered, less dexterous, and she shivered as her toes felt that much more sensitive, her talons becoming an erogenous zone in and of themselves. Her pussy ached, begged for more, but so did the other hole…her bouncy ass…her big breasts… She gasped as her clit piercing caught on Vitus’s toe, getting pulled along, and she had to freeze, pinning herself there, leashed to his foot. His dirty, wet, sweaty foot. “Ah…ah…” The shame of it all, the humiliation, made Cazna cum right then and there. The presence of Hashila, the deep corruption of the harpy, pushed forward, and she slid back, too broken in to be able to resist any longer. # Time passed, and the debauchery continued. Robin sucked him, then fucked him. Cazna, after her orgasm, seemed to change, encouraging them to go further, to take it harder, deeper. The slutty drow went so far as to lick his ass all the way to his balls while he was knot-fucking Robin, and then encouraged him to put the ‘bitch’ on the floor, to fuck her pussy, and then her ass, with his paws. At the end, with both the drow and the were-rat on the floor, his feet lodged firmly in their assholes – stretching and gaping the both of them – Vitus finally was able to come back to himself. He was drained, but more importantly, the hellhound was satisfied. There was a moment there, a feeling of satisfaction and clarity, that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time, and he moaned as he leaned his head back. It wasn’t physical pleasure this time, but mental release, mental clarity, mental…freedom, he supposed. “That was…that was…” Piers. Yes. The commander. He lowered his head, still panting softly to see the naked human male staring at them from across the room. The commander was kneeling beside a series of cum strings that he’d been shooting through the night, soaking the floor and shivering from what he had seen. Vitus hoped that it hadn’t gone too far. Slowly, Piers got to his feet, shaking his head. The commander opened his mouth, shut it again, and then shook his head once more. “I can’t believe this…this…this is all…due to Brundir?” “Yes.” “He…he’s made you like this? Made you do this to Robin and…and others?” “Yes,” Vitus admitted, nodding. “I was almost normal again, and then…he made me like this.” “…” “You’ll sign the warrant?” “Sign it? I’ll lead the raid.” Vitus let out a long sigh of relief. He had been worried that the whole thing could have gotten called off because the commander either got too angry about seeing his wife fucked by someone else, or because he was too addicted to what he’d seen to want it to stop. To find him going for the right thing was what he had hoped for, yes, but it was still something that he hadn’t entirely expected to happen. “Thank you.” “No. Thank you, for being honest. And…for fucking my wife.” “She asked.” “Yes, but…well…” Piers gestured, and Vitus supposed he had a point. A big fat dick like his would be tempting to some people, and the fact that he had been that corruptive, that powerful, had not helped, either. He would have to do something about that after they finished dealing with Brundir. Maybe go north, see if there was someone with Hazel’s church that might have some way of helping him out. He groaned, pulling his paws free of the holes that served as his ‘shoes’ for the last few minutes. Pop, pop went their asses, and drow and were-rat alike collapsed to the floor, their asses still high in the air, their pussies wet and dripping with hellhound cum. Vitus shook his head, slowly standing up. “He’s going to cast the spell soon. Do you have something that I can use to summon you or Robin when it happens?” “Yes. Here.” Going to a nightstand, the commander pulled out a little gold blob. Piers gestured at him to open his mouth, and after a moment’s confusion, Vitus went along with it. The blob pressed against one of his teeth, then settled in place, almost like a filling from a doctor. “Just clench that side of your mouth, and it’ll send a signal to the city watch. Everyone sergeant level and above will get it, and they’ll be drawn to it.” “You have stuff like that?” “We have a number of informants in the city. It keeps them safe without being obvious about it.” “…That’s brilliant.” “Thank you. Genuinely. Thank you.” Vitus nodded, slowly stretching his arms over his head. His cock was finally sinking back down into its sheath, and he groaned softly to himself as he felt the hunger to fuck finally sliding away with it. He knew that it wasn’t going to be gone for good, but at least it wasn’t as bad as it had been for the last few weeks. “I’ll take Cazna home. This shouldn’t take long. And…sorry if I stretched your wife out too much. But she did beg for it.” “She wouldn’t even feel me after that…” The way that there was some sort of pride and arousal mixed together in that statement felt entirely wrong to Vitus, but it felt right to the hellhound side. There were bitches, and then there were betas. The betas were always looking for the alpha to submit to, and they would give up much for the alpha’s pleasure. More to the point, they would be loyal to the alpha, and ensure that the rest of the pack was safe. Piers might not be the sort of man to hold onto his female, but he would do everything in his power to protect her, and to protect the one that she did want in her pussy. [i]Hopefully, that’s something that can stand up to the pressures that Master Brundir can apply…[/i] He shook his head. They had no reason to believe that there’d be a fight yet. If they could do this right, if they could time this raid perfectly, then this could be finished without any real fighting. They had everything ready. They just had to catch him in the act, and it would all be over. [i]And then…then I can go back to normal,[/i] he thought, looking down at his paws. [i]There’s gotta be someone that can do something about this…[/i] And if not? He shrugged as he hefted Cazna over his shoulder, carrying the unconscious drow to the door. If not, then he would go somewhere that did have someone that could fix it. A temple, a druid, a cleric, a wizard… Someone would know what to do. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]