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Hello feeble Oomans!

I said that I would be more Active this Summer! Which I am doing!

I will still be doing the REAPER THE BEAST AND THE BRAWLER so don't worry. They haven't even got to school yet. Like I'd stop that. Who doesn't like Lycans and RWBY? Losers and Vampires that's who! Plus let's face it the concept of a dead person that seduces people and drinks their blood and keep living is a little out played, gross, boring thanks to Twilight, and let's face it pardon my Fanician: Gay and not in the good way. the good way being where I have a sword fight with another guy. With my penis. But I realize that something very close to a vampire, will possibly be in the story.

It took me forever to write this story so excuse me for being genuinely to lazy to go back and take any of that out.

Anyway I said that I would be working more and I am, this included a new story for

Monster Musume iru Nichou

This is a story about a monstergirl from the Monster Girl Encyclopedia. An entry showed about Hellhounds that interested me. I read about them Ykno not being Tameable and how they took men and I saw a Lot of fanart- what? I don't just write this shit! And when I do! I do my research. Don't fucking judge me! And besides you read this shit so know I'm going to hell, but I'll see you in hell cause you read the filth I write.

I digress. The hellhounds make men love them when they *ahem* (wow I can't believe I wrote a coughing noise) rape them.

I mean the journal is there so just look up 'Hellhound girl' and it's like the first result, so Ykno go check that out.

Anyway I thought I would try to flip the script. Give my own little spin on it. Especially since I saw the line in the entry *the gods could not control them, and who ever could would surpass the skill of the gods.*

Full disclosure, I respect all sexual preferences and kinks, but let's face it , stuff like poop is a little gross.

What I'm trying to say, those who like to be dominated Ykno well I don't know where I was going with this. I'm watching Tv while I wrote this and I forgot what I was going to say.

So i guess leave a comment or review. Ykno let me know what you think. I'll still write regardless. So thank you all for your support, I love you all,

And let's do this.

Excerpts from Monster Encyclopedia Volume 4 entry-

...Habitats or known locations - Volcanic regions, graveyards and the Demon Realm...

….Unlike other wolf monsters, they are regarded as being absolutely untamable by humans. As far they are concerned, a human man is a weak, fragile being that they should force into submission as their own male. For example, even if a man stronger than them were to appear, the only thing on their mind would be how to break the male before them into submission and make him their own. They would never even consider obeying a male…

Despite them having this sort of nature, there are many men who are fixated on taming them, believing "a dog should always be tamable." There's no end to the number of men who approach them to try to train and discipline them only to end up conversely yielding into submission themselves….

It is purported that originally these monsters were created as guard dogs by a certain god of the underworld, but it was impossible even for the gods to tame them. If there were a man who could make them submit, that person's ability as a trainer would surpass even that of a god….

…..

"You are mine!" the hunter grunted as he forced himself in and out of the demon wildly.

He was getting close to completion, he could taste the glory on his lips when he finally made one of her kind submit to him - a human! He had finally caught her using a tranquilizer dart. Unfortunately for him, the effect of the dart on the demoness only made her drowsy, but yet still fortunately for him, she didn't argue when he mounted her from behind.

'Like a bitch in heat,' he thought with a grin as he continued his strokes into her. He didn't worry about her magnificent ashen colored body, the softness of her skin,or the tail that fell lazily over his waist as he drove into her. He could worry about all of that after, soak all she was in after he made her his. After she had finally submitted. Her heavy labored breathing as he pumped his stiff member in and out of her, was only drowned out by his moans and cries of ecstasy at her body, the tightness he felt each time he entered her was otherworldly, the warmth that engulfed his member when he hilted her was unreal. Her entrance felt like it was trying to pull more of him inside of her. He grinned. She liked his size. He knew she did. She wanted this. They always did.

No. He couldn't lose focus, it was almost time to do it and he only had one shot.

His rifle, slung across his back, was now feeling heavy and getting in the way of his intend movement. He he slung it over his shoulder and tossed it aside. It clattering noisily on the ground. The demoness ears twitched at the noise and she turned her head slightly, but a well placed finger, rubbing against her clit sent her head back down in pleasure as he pumped harder into his gun was now an afterthought, because after this he know that there would be no reason to use it against her. Gripping the base of her tail and tossing it aside so he could see, he reached for the pouch on his belt as he continued to wildly thrust into the demoness.

"You like that don't you? I know you do! You are mine, do you hear! You will submit to me!" Pulling out a small black bottle with a white cross painted on the side, he shakily undid the cork in between thrusts. He had to hurry, it was too much, he was going to let go inside of her soon. He couldn't miss his chance. He couldnt.

"By the power of Christ, I command you: to serve the light, to serve ME!" he cried pouring the liquid on the shaft of his cock as he pulled out for one final time before hilting himself in the demoness and letting go with all he had. He saw white spots, with pleasure indescribable as he came inside of the demoness. He felt her insides get hotter, and he grinned as he heard her scream. In pleasure or pain, he didn't care but he had no doubt it was a mixture of both.

The hunter regained his vision as to see the demoness panting on her forearms and knees, recovering from the god like fucking he had just gave her. Her sex dripping with her moistness and his essence, and steaming from the lube like mixture he added before the final thrust. He smiled with pride triumphantly. A brilliant idea. Fool proof, one no one had ever thought of before. The holy water he had mixed into the lube had done it's job. Now all that was left was to claim his reward. Possibly the greatest reward man could ever receive over demonkind: Her submission.

"Rise," he barked his order. The demoness snarled as the opening to her sex continued to steam from the holy mixture and dripped from their most recent encounter. His eyes widened and his smile turned into an open mouth grin as she gathered herself and staggered to her feet. It worked! Finally after all this time, all these attempts at what no man, No GOD could achieve, he had done it.

The hunter smirked with arrogance and pride. No one could ever look at him the wrong way again. Not after what he just did.

"Face me."

The beast woman compiled to his delight, slowly turning. Now that she belonged to him the hunter was able to fully appriciate his new pet's body. Her skin was as black as her hair, and from experience just as smooth. She towered over him at 6'5, and her well toned hourglass figure was greedily taken in by the lustful eyes of the hunter. Especially when her Big beyond sexy tits were at his eye level. Her fur covered arms with large black paws for hands, were placed on her voluptuous hips in an annoyed manner as her black bushy tail swayed back and forth. No matter to him, she would learn to accept her newly aquired place beneath him. Her shapely fur covered legs crossed in a defiant manner, as one of the claws on her paw like feet tapped the rocks in an impatient manner.

Her beautiful ashen face, shone bright fiery red eyes, her flaming eyes were one of her most interesting features, that glared at him defiantly. As the wolf ears atop her head twitched back and forth. She shook her mass of hair and pushed stray stands behind her to join the silky train down to the small of her back.

He could picture it, all the fame and glory he would receive for this. He could write a book! No! He'd tell nobody how he did it. He could be the only one! The only one in the world to tame a dog so ferocious as she. Men would envy him everywhere. The gods themselves, who created these beast would look down on him with jealousy!

He spoke arrogantly to his prize. "You understand that your mine correct?" he asked, in an out of breath sing song tone.

"Or do i need to give you more motivation?" he smirked showing the bottle of holy water to his newly acquired monster.

The she-beast grunted, then opened her mouth then closed it. She opened it once more and spoke to him; Her voice seductive, yet at the same time confident and mature. "Yes." with a hint of defiance.

He grinned and laughed, breathing a sigh of relief. Taking in her form once more he felt himself grow hard again. Maybe he should have his new pet attend to his needs once more.

"Its funny," he mused dropping the bottle and slowly approaching his pet dog, with his pants round his ankles sporting his erection to her proudly. "All these years, all these attempts and all it took was a bottle of holy water and a few choice words." he said running his hand down her finely muscled waist.

"Hmmm." She mused tilting her head back, at his ministration.

"Ya want to know what i think is funny?" She replied snapping her head down. Her molten lava colored eyes meeting his, with a wolf like snarl.

"That you thought that I could be so easily manipulated or even controlled with a half assed fuck- excuse me," the beast woman corrected herself her voice matching his tone, except with more venom, "various half assed fucks, with poor foreplay- each time, and a tiny bottle of fizzy water and a few choice words. Not to mention," she flipped her hair and huffed as she began her stride.

"How good of an actress am I?"

She said in his sing song tune as her approach caused the hunter to back up, with each slow step.

"If I had to guess, whatever priest you got that from either ripped you off, or didn't give you a manual, because that was a shit spell. Like you just kinda came with words on the spot." She sneered at him.

What was happening? He did what the priest said would stun her, why did it stop working?How was she resisting him he did everything right! He needed to subdue her again, to put another tranq in her.

He frantically searched for his gun only to remember he had discarded it, and she had already backed him up past his only defense against her.

"Time and time again i endure what ever half assed plan you concocted, and frankly I have to say I'm bored the whole while. When will you men learn I can't be tamed? At least the others who have tried are fun to play with, but you," She snarled with a huff of annoyance. "you come off as clingy."

He needed to get away, needed to stall her so he could flee. He saw the bottle of holy water he dropped on the ground and made a crouch for it, the she beast saw that he was moving for and tried to kick it away with her foot. Her kick to his happiness sent the bottle off the ground into his hand. He sprang to stand up but tripped with his pants round his ankles. He regained his footing before he fell, only because the monster had caught him by the neck of his coat.

"Take this!" He screamed throwing the holy water at the demoness. The water splashed against her chest, running down her magnificent breasts and beginning to steam. Now he needed to flee while she was distracted, that holy water was strong enough to halt a succubus for more than 10 minutes.

The hunter watched in horror as the wolf monster gave a chuckle and a coo of sick pleasure as the last of his holy water trickled down and then steamed off of her tits and made her nipples harden.

She put one of her claws in her mouth and sucked on it feverently, before pulling it from her lips, a thick strand of saliva attaching her finger to her puckered lips.

"Maybe you should stop being so preoccupied with whether or not you can, and start worrying about if you should." she said darkly as she pulled the dripping wet finger from her mouth. He couldn't believe it. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He barely escaped last time, but now there was no running away.

"But since you're here, I might as well demonstrate properly how you show a girl a good time. For future references." She said as she forced him by the neck of his coat to the ground into the dirt. His hindquarters stuck pointing a the heavens as he pleaded to them for a miracle. But he had pushed his luck one time too many with this she beast. This was not how it was supposed to happen. He was supposed to win. His fame! His fortune! He was going to lose it all.

"Men. You never learn that hellhounds can't to be tamed or taken. We tame and we take and that's all there is to it."

"No! You belong to me! I claimed you! You're going to submit!" the hunter screamed.

"Yeah?" she sneered as she straddled her prey to keep him from moving, "Sounds like a guy I know in that exact situation."

Then the she beast did something that caused another scream to be unleashed.

And brother that one could be heard for miles.

…..

2 years later…

Connor readjusted the large backpack on his back as he walked, he had everything he needed for his project. As an artist he was willing to go and get the beautiful and dangerous scenery to put to paper, to capture the image of beauty.

That was the plan anyway. Mt. Mihara was perfect for the job too. It was all over the news about how Mihara had become active again, How the Magma had crept to the surface. The mountain was beautiful during sunset and the hot lava would be even more worthwhile an image to capture. People called him crazy seeking images like this when he could pull them from the internet and work from there but Marco liked to take the art he created from his perspective, and not anyone else's.

Which was why, when he got word of the volcano becoming active again he jumped at the idea of going to capture the scene. If the volcano were to erupt he could always take a picture and then run like hell. His art supplies tinkered and clinked softly in his backpack when he reached down and scratched his inner thigh.

Damn old lady, making him feel like a fool. That the volcano was active was pretty good reason for many to stay away, few would still make the journey to see the dangerous beauty of nature. Earlier he had mapped out the perfect place ascend up to the mouth of the volcano, and was stopped by an elderly woman who lived on that side of the mountain.

Earlier

Connor walked into the lodge at the base of Mount Mihara, and went to the front desk and rang the bell. The old lady who worked behind the desk had an accent as thick as her glasses. She was a kitsune, probably over a hundred or more years old to look as she did, grey tails flicked back and forth gracefully as if floating in water. Her fox ears perked to attention as she cutely hobbled over to assist him.

"How i help you?" she smiled warmly trying her best to speak fluent English.

"Which way to the peak of Mihara?" Connor asked politely showing her the map.

"Wait, you go up deya?" the old kitsune asked the warmth leaving her face as replacing it with a frown.

Connor watched as a couple of girls talking amongst themselves walked out the door and started on the path up the mountain.

"Uhh…. yes…?" He Answered slowly.

He didn't understand why he was getting this treatment. It wasn't a bad thing, but those ladies had left without as much as a conversation.

"I don tink you wan to go up deya," the kitsune managed in her thick accent.

He hated to talk to an elder like this but he was wasting time here.

"Um I actually do ma'am. Before sunset if that's possible."

"That not good idea. It heat season. They come out round this time of yera." She warned.

"Who?"

"De beasts. They come, nom nom, eat you up." The woman said as quickly as she could.

"With all due respect," Connor told the old fox woman, "I came all this way."

"Honey who is it? What do they want?" A voice from the back called.

"De boy wan to go up Mihara," the kitsune called back.

"I am sorry Ma'am but I'm losing time, can I just-" Connor began trying to end the conversation as he turned towards the door.

"WAIT!" he stopped just in time to see an elderly man, the kitsune's husband no doubt, hobble out to stop him. The old man clutched at a wooden cane as he put a hand on Connor's shoulder lest he still try to walk away.

"Are you sure son? P-perhaps you should return at a later date. There have been reports of a- ahem," he began looking back at his wife who nodded seriously before continuing. "rogue extra-species runnin ragged attacking people on the mountain."

"Really?" Connor raised his eyebrows.

"That's right, been up there for years, the attacks started up again bout two years ago, and that new government organiza-whats-it is supposed to be arriving to deal with it sometime this week."

"Could have came sooner too," his wife called behind him.

"Well shouldn't we call back those girls-"

"They'll be fine."

"But you just-"

"Ahem- They aren't who the extra-species usually targets. You on the other hand…" the old man stated ominously.

Connor weighed his options, he had come all this way, and he couldn't let it be for nothing. This something he had to get, this something he had to make was going to be even better if he made it now. Besides with the deadline coming soon, there was no telling when he would have time to come back.

"Look I'm in a hurry sir, I need to make something for… someone, and I need-"

"Ahhh," the old man chuckled. "I see. It's for a girl ain't it."

"Uhh, well…" Connor began flustered. Was it really that obvious? That was unreal how fast the old man discovered that.

As if he could read his mind the old man responded. "Ah course it is boy, why else would ja stand in the face-ah danger and carry on?" he said looking back lovingly at his wife. The old kitsune rubbed the gold band on her finger and wagged her tails with a warm smile at her husband. With a sigh he turned back to the young man.

"When it's someone ya care about it doesn't matter what challenge ya face."

"Well boy, I suppose I can't stop ya, no one will listen to the warnings of ahn old man anymore. Go." He said to the young man.

"Go and get what ya need for that girl, ya hear?" He smiled with a wink.

"Oh no!" The old kitsune barked, forcing both men to whirl round at her.

"You no go nowhere!" She growled. She said something in japanese to her husband, who responded back in turn, making the old fox sigh in defeat. Connor wished he had understood the conversation. While he could speak and read japanese, it was hard to switch from the two languages when the conversation began in english and they spoke to face for him to stop and register their dialogue.

Connor didn't want to insult the old lady, but he was on a serious dead- He was pulled from his thoughts as the old woman giggled and rummaged through a drawer behind the desk.

"Not go with no protection you not!" She grinned as she tossed her husband a black shape.

Her husband caught the shape and pushed it into the young man's chest.

Upon examining them Connor's face went the color of a tomato in a matter of seconds. They were a pair of black compression underwear with a demonic symbol sewn where his… crotch would fit. And from the feel of them they were uncomfortable.

And had been used before.

Before he knew it the old man was ushering him towards a restroom.

"Ykno when you said protection I was expecting like, ykno, a gun?!"

"This is protection boy, what type of people would we be if we didn't send ya out with some, don't you know there's a rogue extra species out there?!"

"Make sure he put dem on!" The kitsune called to them recovering from her giggling fit,

"I no scare to check and see!"

…

"Stupid friggin shorts," Connor grumbled as he strode up the incline of the volcano.

"Fucking old people laughing at me," he groan in displeasure as he stuck his hand in his pants to keep the fabric from riding their way up his nether regions till they began to squeeze and wedge into his thigh. They were at least two sizes too small, and when he reached in to fix one problem, another would rear its ugly head, back for vengeance for righting the previous.

The old woman was right, she wasn't afraid to check at all. Not to mention they both burst out laughing when they discovered how small they were on him.

"Auuuuuuuuugh!" He growled in annoyance, and embarrassment as the thought replayed in his mind. The icing on the cake was that the old kitsune actually whistled at him as her husband laughed. He had never been so humiliated in his life. His echo rumbling off the volcano side. He had worn this stupid death trap for at least a three hour ascent up the volcano and he was finally at the peak.

The beautiful blue sky contrasted perfectly with the red magma in the creator of the mountain making almost a purplish hue in the middle of the rock and sky. It was going to be gorgeous come sunset.

He found the perfect spot to set up his gear, the wind whipping him hard round in a firm and strong yet forgiving breeze due to the gentleness it displayed when coming in contact with his body. He had to put his hair in a braid down his back due to the wind pushing it into his face.

If it wasn't for this stupid itchy underwear he was wearing, this would be a paradise. A slice of heaven on earth.

He took out a camera from his began to snap pictures of the beautiful scenery, ignoring the bite of the fabric against his nether region. He made his way over to the edge of the cliff after he spotted some volcanic flowers near the edge.

He couldn't remember the name of them but he did in fact remember that the gorgeous pink and black flowers were a rarity, for when the heat of the day grew very warm they would turn blood red. a plant grown near volcanoes and graveyards as a truce with the extra species from the demonic realm. A shaky truce but a truce nonetheless. It was confirmed by a dullahan, an agent of darkness herself and a messenger of the gods of death, that the demonic realm was not a part of hell despite all controversy between the extra species who hailed from it and it was no longer an argument and discrimination about race, but religion.

So a shaky truce was formed, between extra species from the demonic realm and humankind, Japan, China and a few other countries slowly welcoming the few demonic realm extra species brave enough to try to integrate themselves into society through the Cultural Exchange programs. Japan being one of the first to openly welcome them to the realm of humans. The rest of the world watched with shaky breath, an incident or problem between the demonic and humans would be all it took to set them off against the idea. Which was understandable, seeming how the idea extra species integrating with society was hard to grasp 5 years ago, and now there are extra species that could or not be from one of humanity's worst fears: hell. Literally bringing hell on earth.

Small species of extras like imps for example were the first to make themselves known, but there were at least a few more that were pending on the idea of leaving the realm, coming out from the shadows or even making themselves publicly known.

Was there a reason behind the old couples warnings, or were they just scared of a cranky imp?

After using his camera to take several pictures of the volcano and sky, he moved to the cliff to get one of the demonic flowers in the foreground and the magma and the beautiful sky in the back. To get this shot he needed to lay prone in front of the floral beauty and he began to do just that. Until he felt a sharp pinch in his Butt crack that made him yelp. The shorts he wore had finally hit him where it hurt, tightening and pinched hard, completely around all the right places.

Except it felt wrong. Painfully wrong.

His anger, humiliation and pain finally bubbled over about these shorts. He had only worn them to get that old couple to got off his back and comply to him traveling up the volcano. A several hour climb and he past several groups of people, with more than one male patron traveling with them.

And it made him even angrier when he realised he could have just taken them off when he was out of view of the old couples lodging.

This was humiliating, and ridiculous! Sure the old man was right about what was doing being for a girl, but that didn't mean he had to be humiliated in the process. The danger of being atop an active volcano was fine enough.

"No! NO! Ykno know what?!" He screeched to no one in particular, since no one was there.

"FUCK THIS!" He hollered at the top of his lungs. He hadn't seen an extra species all day. Nothing but humans the whole way up. If there really was a rogue extra species out here, they were having an off day, doing something better than waiting for some sucker to come along.

He had to take these off. Now. He couldn't do anything in his position currently without discomfort.

He spotted a large rock a short distance away from his set up. He could do it. Change and get out of these death traps. His poor branch and berries were begging him to do something! He swore that if he dallied in these shorts any longer he would have to cut himself out of them.

Connor ignored the wind and hair in his face as he quickly scanned the area for any more visitors to the volcano. Pain and Desperation won out over decency as he awkwardly waddled behind the large rock and fumbled with his pants button.

If his comfort was the only thing on his mind he would have noticed the large black stealth helicopter hover from a few minutes in distance pointing toward the volcano then dropping several black figures down the opposite face of the mountain.

He breathed a loud sigh of relief as he finally wiggled the compression shorts round his knees and away from his equipment. He enjoyed the moment of relief, noticing how sweaty the shorts had made his nether region. He got them and his pants off grumbling of how slick his equipment was with sweat and how that old couple should have better "washed these sum' bitches at least." The next thing to hit him was his own smell of musk, which admittedly he knew was going to be pretty strong; that's what climbing a fucking mountain for a couple hours in itchy compression shorts pinching and rubbing his branch this way and that will do to a guy.

What he didn't notice was that as soon as he got the wretched garment from around his ankles, the wind changed its direction. Blowing in full force and pushing his newly released scent down hill.

Triggering an event that he never thought possible except only in his wildest dreams.

Or scariest nightmare.

…

Meanwhile, downhill of Connor…

She was bored.

Just one of those days where she didn't want to do anything.

So as she boredly swished her tail back and forth to keep away the evening bugs, and was forced to contemplate her life so far. She had busied herself for most of the day with busy work around her cave to keep her mind off these thoughts. But as she lay on a rock in a clearing in the evening sun, she let the thoughts flow, since there was nothing better to do.

A few days ago she caught another male, his scent smelled okay to her but she was bored again so she went for it. She was very much disappointed with that one, he didn't put up much of a fight, and he his declarations of being a god during the whole rape thing kind of put a damper on things as well. Two rounds of 45 seconds will do that to a girl as well.

She kept remembering what her mother said about the scent. How the fire will cool when she discovers the right one, and then erupt in an inferno of love for her newly found mate when she took him. Many hounds like her grandmother never found the scent, and just accepted the most gorgeous male they could find as theirs as soon as they took them. But when her mother discovered her chosen one, that he had the scent she was looking for, Sybil and her sister were both set upon this fairy tale fantasy, looking for the happiness her mother described.

She had been waiting on that scent for a long long time.

Her sibling Ilithyia, not so long, she discovered her mate years ago, and when she took him she knew that he was the one. She had accomplished what most of her kind would spend almost their entire lives looking for in a year or so.

Then she sighed sadly.

Then she left. Her little sister left her to go live with that man. Left her alone on this mountain. The cave they had shared from many years had become much bigger. At least she was happy, she supposed. Who could blame her? Taking males was fun and pleasurable, and was especially fun the more they struggled at first. But finding the one? That was the dream that they had sought after they left their home realm through the volcano.

She recalled what her mother told her about how she found her father.

"He was strong. Which made it all the more worth it to make him mine." She told her, " and when I finally made him submit our love only grew." She looked over her magazine of Rape Monthly and looked at her daughter with a smile, " when you find the scent, it's like nothing any other scent will ever smell like, it's indescribable, like a feeling of lava worms in your tummy," she said tickling her daughter, and making her giggle.

"When you find your mate, the desire becomes an itch only they can scratch. Only they can cool the hell fire within us. No other male will do the trick anymore. But they must never know that, if sheep, our prey knew how much we need them they will do anything in their power to gain the upperhand and escape. Or worse, make us try submit to them." she warned. She and Ilithyia both nodded eagerly in understanding before her mother continued.

"I know how much you like mountain goat, sweetheart. Wait till you taste a real sheep." She said with a smile with a wink to her as her daughter licked her lips as her tail wagged furiously as she petted her head.

"Human males are weak." Her mother stated simply and as matter-of-factly. "and we never submitted to the gods like those lowly imps and succubus', so why should we submit to them? They should submit to us! And they do! There are those who think they can tame us as well. HAH! The hunter becomes the hunted, the predator becomes prey, the tameable becomes tamed, by us! Only when your male learns his place can you and your chosen truly be happy together." She said to her daughters.

"I lived for your father," she smiled lovingly at the thought, "But i always made sure to let him know who was really in charge, who he belonged to. ME and only ME." She growled as her pups gave little snarls and barks and howls in agreement.

"But remember they are fragile, weak, not as strong as us, sometimes, there are fighters like your father was, and a rare prize when they are! The joy of letting a man so strong to keep me at bay, know that i was superior, He was mine, and there was nothing he could do about it, and when he finally accepted and began to love me, It's unreal."

"But You must never hurt them... too much. If you're hurt comes out of your lovemaking it's ok." she told the pups who took her word as gold.

" I have never taken orders, I have given them. You can never take orders from a male, you are above them."

She and her younger sister had been the only bravest in a long time to venture through the portal, looking down on the fearful ones contempt to live in their realm with using the incubus and succubus, orcs and trolls as ways of release, and potential mates. Ick. To live out their lives as one of those demons harems, fumbled around upon by a fat clumsy orc or touching themselves thinking about what could have been if they were brave enough, if a human male was with them right then and there.

It had been years and no such luck of finding her chosen.

There had been many instances where she found a delectable scent, but then she discovered who the scent belonged to and decided they wasn't even worth a quick fuck.

She. A hellhound had actually ran away at the sight of a hideous male. Her body desired love, stoking for the fire within her, but she wasn't that desperate. Her mother had always told her that while many of them may never find it, hellhounds did have limits. And she had found hers.

She had caught many males and had her way with them over the years, but like the love of an incubus, it was usually fun in the moment but that was all. A fleeting pleasure. Only fun in the moment, and while she had made some pursue her after the fleeting pleasure, and many more upon discovering what she was, obsessed with making her submit in turn of making them submit to her, they were all just fleeting pleasures, passing fancies. They did not carry the scent of a chosen. Of her chosen. Many were gorgeous, but they just didn't appeal to her the beautiful way her mother described her father.

She sighed as she stare up at the clouds, laying on her back in the soft brush of the mountain forest. Her sister was completely sure she had found her chosen when she ambushed him on the mountain and had her way with him. And on the rare occasion she visited, she spoke of how their love was stronger than ever. Of how she had the love of a male, of how she was never alone for long.

What a bitch.

She would never admit this to anyone but those visits usually left her crying alone in her cave made home. That her baby sister could show her up and flaunt her husband in her face, that she was left with only these passing flings and fancies. Taking the men and making them submit to her was fun enough, for only a while. Just a brief moment of pleasure in small doses. She wanted more. She was tired of listening to her baby sister go on and on about her husband. The hellhound wanted what she had.

A male who would stay.

But something else entered her mind time and time again, something she would never tell her mother, nor her sister. Gods help her if she brought this up again to her grandmother. Why she had to do all the work? She was strong. Stronger that her sister, who had succesfully bagged a male through ambush. Often she wondered how it would be, of she met her chosen on equal terms. If he was as strong as her, what could happen?

Hellhounds relied on their strength to take their males, but sometimes it was draining on her. She had been having these quick flings for so long she began to wonder what it would be like. To be ravished and not ravishing. To be taken and not be the one to take. To be raped and not be the one raping (given all the men she had had experience with she doubted half of those could even be called rape). To finally meet a match, someone who she could meet on level ground. It would be interesting to see how she could overpower him then. What an experience that would be if her chosen was an equal match for her. Or is she herself was overpowered and taken. That thought sent shivers up her spine she couldn't register if they were good or bad.

Remembering her mothers words she lifted her head slightly and hit it against the rock to snap her out of this crazy fantasy. Out of all the hellhounds she knew in the demonic realm, she, one of the only two brave enough to leave, had to have something wrong with her.

Her mother had told them one of the best things in life was to pretend. To act ravished in front of the male even if you truly were taken aback by his performance, and then pounce on him, and demonstrate that she was in charge, show him the submissive positions she put him in through the violation, the pleasure only she could give as she violated him, and let him know his little performance, "Wasnt nearly enough".

A small lie sure, but incentive to make his next fucking an even better one then the last.

She began to picture what her chosen could look like. How she would have her way with him, how she would make him desire her more than anything. What she would say when they met. What she would do first when she caught him.

If she ever caught him.

She didn't want to think about this right now. She was bored again. She could go hunting for more delicious mountain deer, or even better if she caught a goat. Or Maybe to scratch her moistening itch from thinking about her chosen, she should go down by the river. Not all of her thoughts led to sex and desire, but she knew of an ogre down by the- dear gods what was she thinking!? Was she that desperate? She had discovered her limit to what she would fuck years ago and that disgusting green thing down by the river, was definitely on the list.

She began to wonder of such a male existed for her in the first place. If glut was her destiny to simply be waiting. Alone.

She was so tired of being alone.

But then something happened. The wind completely changed direction and began to blow in full force down the mountain. The trees rustled loudly as the wind shook their leaves and branches, her hair whipped wildly across her face, to which she let out an annoyed grunt and sat up to brush the black strands from her face. But as soon as she sat up… she froze. There was a scent in the air. The scent of a male. A human male. The scent put a warm feeling in her tummy. She had picked up on scents similar to this, but they had all been regular males, and the rational part of her mind was to not get her hopes up about her chosen.

That was until the wind blew even harder, and the more the sweet scent of musk hugged her powerful wolf like sense of smell. The sweet warmth filled her tummy moving up to her belly, and then hitting home in her heart. She had NEVER felt a sensation like this before! She grinned ear to ear as she hugged herself embracing the explosively pleasurable feeling. It was like she ate an entire bowl of LAVA WORMS!

This MUST be it. Her chosen had finally come! She leapt to her feet, her wolf like instincts kicking into high gear as she sniffed the air rapidly to pinpoint the direction of that sweet sweet scent of musk.

She wouldn't take her time getting there, she crouched on all fours and her powerful leg muscles rocketed her forward and towards the base of the mountain.

This was it. She was going to find her chosen. Take him. Make him submit to her. Make him hers.

And then she wouldn't be alone anymore.

…

Meanwhile on the stealth helicopter

The red haired girl yawned once more and checked her rifle for the 40th time. Her trigger finger was getting very itchy right about now. She didn't want to scratch it though, ifthe stitching came undone on a mission it would be inconvenient. Besides that was her favorite finger.

The first high profile mission they had all year and the length of the trip to even get there made her want to blow her brains out. Which wouldn't do much since she was already dead.

The masked agents on her left and on her right talked quietly amongst themselves, prepared to complete the mission as well. She studied the patch on one of her fellow agents shoulders.

M.O.N Cultural Exchange Security Squad was now back in action.

"Yo, Zombina," one of her colleagues and friends called to her making her snap her head up. It was young looking naked girl, covered up only by the barely modest strands of hair that always seemed to somehow get in the way of the important stuff.

"Sup Doppel?" the zombie replied, now taking to bouncing her leg up and down as she was forced to wait. At least now she could talk to somebody.

"You nervous? Been a while since we've been this far out."

"I ain't worried," the zombie replied pulling out a handgun and loudly pulling back the hammer, just to prove a point.

"Were off the reserve now, which means that maybe we don't have to hold back. We can go completely nut shit out there!" she said giving a shark tooth grin to Doppel who reclined even more with a grin.

"I don't want you to go too wild out there Zombina," a soft but loud voice came from the end of the chopper. Doppel and Zombina looked to see another colleague and friend in the M.O.N squad. Tionisha the ogre, dressed in her combat body armor, and shining her helmet so it would sparkle. The horn atop her head stopped scraping the ceiling as the practically folded up tall woman leaned over to pick up another finger full of potato chips from the bag sitting next to her.

"I dont want you to get hurt ok?"

Zombina grinned at the ogre. " Dont worry about me T, remember? I bit that bullet a long time ago. Literally! Really wanting to get some up close action with this extra spe, ykno?"

"Speak for yourself." a the little woman sitting across from her said as she cleaned her sniper rifle. The Cyclops Manako was the sharpshooter of the M.O.N outfit, and no one did it better than her.

"I want to test out this new scope I just got, make sure I've completely tweaked it to perfection."

Perfection was usually what her friend strove for, but Zombina had come to terms with simply blowing something up as the better alternative. Who needs perfection when you can go out with a bang. She certainly did, on multiple occasions.

The men around them stopped talking as the woman sitting in the passenger seat rose. Kuroko Smith, the leader of the M.O.N outfit began to brief the team and the men on their mission.

"Listen up M.O.N! Now that we have been reinstated for our first assignment of they year-" She was interrupted by hoots and hollers and "Hoo-Ra"s from the Monster squad agents before she settled them down with a grin.

"This may be one of our toughest assignments yet. This Volcano has been confirmed to be a gateway from the Demonic realm to the human world." She paused letting that sink in for the troops. "But while many of the extra species in the realm are not willing to cross over, there were two who had already done so years ago, and have made a habit of attacking and assaulting patron visitors of this volcano."

"What we dealin with here Smith?" Doppel asked, sitting up a little.

"Glad you asked Doppel," Smith replied pulling out her phone. "Now that Twitter has given us a valuable description I think i know what we're dealing with." Zombina took the phone and studied the image that Twitter's sweatymannipples69 captured.

It was a picture taken at night, the flash of the camera only caught the outline of the extra species, walking through the forests of the volcano but not many features, but the flash had not caught much detail, as if the extra species skin was a dark or coal black color, nothing much could be taken from the photo aside from two piercing, fiery red eyes with flames following round the other edges of her eyes, glaring at the camera as the extra species walked through the forest. Zombina could clearly see a bushy tail and two ears atop the extra species head. The picture was passed around, earning murmurs from the squadron before it finally reached Zombina again.

Tossing the phone back to Smith, Zombina and the squadron waited for their leader to continue.

"Now our number one network source of intel has given us this photo of the culprit but they have no idea what they are dealing with. Gentlemen what we are dealing with is a demonic realm extra species." Smith reported earning louder murmurs from the squad.

"Not just any demonic realm species. A Hellhound." This time the murmurs of disciplined agents turned to loud talking. Worried talkin, especially amongst the male agents.

"A freaking hellhound?"

"Dude, seriously we're fucked! Literally!"

"Have you read the intel on those things? The things they do to men!?"

"Even gods couldn't control them!"

"Not just that but they have managed to overpower and assault even the strongest men!"

The men went very quiet for a moment before all screaming in terrified unison. "THATS US!"

"I won't let that happen!" Smith called over the noise of chatter, making the chopper fall silent again.

"My best troops and I are here to negotiate with the hellhound on her course of actions. Failure to comply with reason will result in her deportation back to the demonic realm. Sure they may have been able to overpower the men they have met in the past," She began.

"Not a great way to start a speech Smith." Doppel muttered as the men looked at each other in confusion.

"But they haven't met my men. The Men of M.O.N!" She said like a true hero, as the men began to nod their heads and whoop, and cheer as they psyched themselves up for the mission.

"Besides, one hell hound is no match for me!" Smith said putting a fist to her chin and grinning.

The men began to whisper admirably many things along the lines of "Wow, Sergeant Smith is so cool."

Zombina gave a tired "ugh" as they fangirled over their leader. They each had received great amounts of good reputation and admiration due to the actions of M.O.N in the past, and Smith was praised more than they were. The men had yet to see how lazy she really was, since she had long since let the reputation, in Manako's opinion "go to her head".

Zombina sighed, Smith could rip a nasty fart right now and the men would no doubt believe it was a gift from God.

"Formation!" Smith barked as the men scrambled into two lines. "Prepare to depart!" She called as rappel lines were dropped from the stealth chopper.

"Who are we?"

"M.O.N!"

"Hoo-ra?"

"HOO-RA!" the squad whooped in response before dropping from the rappel down into the mountainous forest.

Smith went down first, followed by Zombina who had two automatics in each hand ready to fire at anything.

Manako touched the ground next, dropping into a crouch as she used her scope to scan the distance tree line of the mountain.

Tionisha and Doppel were the last of the squad to comedown from the rappel line, with Doppel sitting comfortably atop the Ogress' armored shoulder as she slid down the line.

"I want a close perimeter as we move!" Zombies barked as she impressively cocked both her automatics with one hand as the agents moved into formation. A circle formation round the M.O.N squad.

"Last thing we need is one of you guys getting jumped by some rogue dog woman and we aint round to know."

"Stealth mode gentleman!" Doppel called from her seat on Tionisha's shoulder, taking her bag of chips and storing them in a pouch to keep them quiet.

"If we can surprise her before she bolts, that be the best thing to do."

"Manako, see anything?"

"Nothing now sergeant, but I recommend investigating the volcano, since most demonic activity would occur there."

"You heard the lady! Let's move!" Smith called.

Fifteen minutes, fifteen boring, suspenseful minutes before Smith gave the 'halt position'. They had reached a clearing with a large rock in the center. The men halted, but did not let their guards down, regrouping at the base of the rock to have a 360 view of the area. No surprises.

Manako climbed up the rock and began another sweep of the distance. Doppel and Tionisha shared her bag of chips while The men watched with wonder as Smith "worked".

Zombina rolled her eyes so hard she thought they were going to pop out again. Terrifying in the moment, but hilarious at her friends reactions to look back on.

Smith pulled her mask off her face, and adjusted her shades. She then sniffed the air several times, as the men watched with baited breaths.

She crouched down and scraped the ground with her glove and then licked her finger, smacking her lips rapidly.

She then stood up quick enough to get a reaction from the agents.

"Diabolical." She muttered loud enough for the men to hear.

"It was here."

The male agents of M.O.N all gave mutters and astounded noises of approval, watching to see what she would do next.

"The footprints could tell you that, Smith." Zombina said, slinging one of her rifles across her back and putting a hand on her hip.

"Don't really think there was a need to lick the ground."

Checkmate. She had got her this time.

Zombina had had it up to here with Smith's cockiness about her reputation and she saw nothing wrong with cutting her down to size.

It was true, large wolf like paw prints were shown to start from the rock. The depth they were into the ground stated that whatever was here, hit the ground running and it left in a hurry. But judging by the size of the prints in the dirt, left the question : just how big was this thing?

She pulled herself from her thoughts when she noticed Smith had sweatdropped from her comment. And the men were dead quiet watching what she would do next. Anyone could have saw those prints, and it was a matter of time before someone else stated the obvious.

"True," Smith admitted slowly, causing her red haired comrade to grin, maybe now she would stop acting so high and mi-

"But i was checking to see how recent these prints are," she spoke up proudly.

No.

"Given the time of day I would say they are …(licks the ground again) fifteen minutes old!"

No. No. this is not how this was supposed to go!

"It's close!" Smith called to the men.

"Ooooh"

"aaaaah"

"Of course!"

"Smith is so cool!"

She gave up! Someone cut off her ears please, she wouldn't feel it of course, and it would better than listening to these suck ups.

As Smith chuckled at her new level of "fame", Manako spoke up.

"Hey Smith? You think those prints are of importance?"

"Why, my dear sniper?"

"I just found are another set , and they head up the mountain." Manako reported without looking away from her scope.

"Where else should a extra ape from the demonic realm travel, feeling at home near its home from home!" She stated loudly as the men nodded rapidly in agreement.

"Up the mountain gentlemen! There is no time to lose!" Smith said charging "valiantly" for the mountain as the agents followed loyally like a pack of puppies leaving the others of M.O.N squad to themselves.

"A few more times of that, and I may get agitated." Manako started packing up her tripod.

"I think we should let her have her moment." The kind hearted Ogress stated as Doppel stuffed her mouth with her chips.

"We've let her have her "moment" for years now." Doppel managed, her mouth struggling to contain the chips from falling out onto Tionisha's shoulder pauldron.

"Someone shoot me." Zombina said tiredly as the jogged to catch up with the eager pack of humans.

"It won't do anything much, but it's the thought that counts right?"

….

Connor had his eye on the prize, the world around him vanished, or to be more precise, became more defined to him anyway.

His noise cancelling headphones allowed for him to slip away from the world around him and focus on his art.

The volcano was another captured image as he brought it to life on his canvas.

He had gotten comfortable and unloaded his art supplies. Setting up a stand for his canvas and a stand for his oil paints and brushes. The volcano what he needed for her, and he was going to get it. The painting began to come together. The magma and the sky clashing in the middle with a beautiful shade of purple and the demonic flowers sat in the foreground waiting to be detailed.

He worked diligently as the wind would soon dry the paint and render the whole thing ruined if he let it dry. Wet on Wet oil technique was a bitch that way, it all had to be done at once, but it was certainly a high risk but high reward process.

He smiled as the next song came on, "He Mele No Lilo" from Lilo and Stitch. Childish he was certain but it had a nice artsy vibe to it and it matched the scenery of the mountain, wind, and flowers so it was a guilty pleasure to work on his art with it playing. Besides, the volcano reminded him of when he and his parents lived in Hawaii for a year for his mother's work in the government affairs.

He turned to the side and bent over, brushing the few strands of hair he didn't capture in his woven braid behind his ear, to put another shade of Prussian blue with Alizarin crimson. Engrossed in the song, engrossed in his work, completely oblivious to the rest of the world, ignorant to what was going on around him.

Or who was standing behind him.

He when he finally put the finishing touches on his masterpiece he happily hopped back and sang the last line of He Mele no Lilo

"He Inoa No Kalani Kalakaua Kulele!" he chanted with the singers, happily jumping back from his beautiful masterpiece and beat both sides of his chest twice to the drum before the song ended as his earphones popped from his ears.

God that was so lame. He was just glad no one was around to see it.

He felt the gravel beneath his boots crunch and shift as they voiced their movement, crunching and crushing together like music to his ears.

Then his blood ran cold as he heard something, the gravel behind him still crunching, even though he had stood still.

His instinct told him to whirl round and when he did, he was absolutely horrified, as he was face to face with two rows of pearly white fangs.

…

She ran. Her four paws working in tandem to send the demoness rocketing up the side of the mountain. With every breath she took, she felt the lava worms in her tummy wiggle round even more in anticipation.

She could smell her chosen. With each step she took, each breath she would take she felt the wiggling in her gut twist and turn even more. It was a tickly feeling as an indescribably warm scent of musk assaulted her nostrils.

She leapt over a fallen log with the grace of a wolf, as she slowed to a dead stop. She had no idea how fast or how far she had ran on all fours, but she noticed she was halfway up the mountain in a matter of minutes. Fatigue was overpowered with adrenaline and desire. She sniffed the air, practically tasting her male on the wind. And it made her mouth water.

Her tail has yet to stop wagging ever since she caught her chosen scent and showed no sign of stopping. It really messed up her running but she was not going to complain because soon her male would be in her arms…. or was she going to be in his?

She began a jog as she thought about how she her secret desire, reopening the one nipped in the bud by her grandmother, and couldn't help but be curious as to be the one doted on for once. She put it out of her head, she didn't want to show weakness to her male. He needed to know that he needed her, and then she could worry about other things after she took him.

She froze in place, her tail wagging as fast as it could, any faster and it probably would have snapped off.

She saw him.

He stood over the mouth of the volcano in front of a easel. There was a canvas that he was putting paint it with the skill of artist.

She had seen works like this in the demonic realm, of course they were done by a skilled gay incubus but this was along those lines of skill.

Oh gods she hoped he wasn't gay. It would just be another too good to be true moment- STOP IT!

She snarled at herself. He is for you. He will be yours.

She saw that he had beautiful silky black hair, that he had skillfully woven into a long ponytail that reached just above the small of his back. Two large feathers she recognized belonging to an eagle, rested in the base of his pony tail near his scalp, and he had two small braids hanging near his cheeks assorted with beads.

It occurred to her that she was putting so much faith into this male and she had no idea what he even looked like. She had never seen a male with hair as long as his, which was certainly was more interesting.

It was a given that he was shorter than her, but he did not look like a weakling from where she was standing either. While she noticed that he appeared well built, but he didn't have an excess of muscle on his body.

Easy for her to overpower. She began to feel the twisting and turning in her tummy again when she began to wonder what was underneath that jacket. Even more so when her eyes trailed past his jacket, to - OH GODS look at the ass. Her tummy began to feel even warmer when she began to think of the cute little whimpers that would come out of him when she ate it. How the musky scent of his balls would smell as she licked and stuck her tongue into his tasty looking ass.

What? Every Hellhound has her preferences and she was no different!

Her chosens body was well taken care of, and her tail wagged even faster when she began to think of what could possibly be under those clothes.

She just needed to see his face...

As if the gods were to answer her prayers , her chosen leaned over to the right, brushing the raven black hair and beads out of his faces way as he collected more paints for his canvas, completely oblivious to her presence.

His face was a caramel brown, smooth with high cheek bones. His lips were full and pinkish brown. Perfect to steal a kiss from… or more than two. He was gorgeous, the smile that was on his careless face as he gathered his paints made her heart flutter. There were also plugs coming from his ears clearly blocking him to the noises around him. He certainly was taller than the average Japanese man but now she understood why. He was not from Japan!

She all but squealed with joy! Showing off their males to other hounds was certainly a thing that hellhounds do, and her male was sexy, well built, had talents, and was foreign?!

Her bitch of a little sister wouldn't stand a chance to her! Always rubbing it in her face about finding her chosen, look at her now Ilithyia! She began to approach the unsuspecting male ready to force him down and make him hers. But as she got ready to make him hers,rape her prize, take him right then and there, her lamb served on a platter by the gods, she stopped.

Showing off their males was one thing, but hellhounds loved to regale each other with the stories of capturing their males. How they overpowered their males was the icing on the cake. Her mother and Grandmother and Ilithyia would want to hear how she caught this prize. And certainly how she raped him. Re telling how she made him submit was one of the greatest bits of the story.

Her mother told she and her sister of how their father was so strong he put up a 15 minute fight before she made him hers. Ilithyia bragged about how she ambushed her husband hiking.

An ambush? Hah! How lame was that? No build up or nothing! Wait till mom finds out about that! Then again it was still her chosen so mother would forgive her for that...

Well, she would do better! This was her Chosen, not some easy fuck, this had to be special, that was going to be perfect. She could have a better story than that! She thought to herself as she closed in on her prey, her sex starting to feel moist and warm as she approached the source of the manly scent.

Just then the male jumped back, startling her to stumble back.

"He Inoa No Kalani Kalakaua Kulele!" The male said happily as he beat his chest. The hellhound began to wonder what the hell that was, but she had no time as he noticed he wasn't alone.

She fixed herself and put on genuine grin just as he whirled around. She finally got a full view of his face, his gorgeous face, causing her to lick her lips as she let out a small groan of pleasure as her sex pulses in her thong and her nipples hardened in response to his powerful scent mixed with fear. She was so nervous, he had caught her off guard, but she was nothing if not cool under pressure.

"Hi," she greeted the male, who fell on his ass as he took in fear and surprise as he took in her body.

That's right, the hellhound thought to herself, drink me in little lamb, because I'm about to do the exact. Same. Thing.

"My name is Sibyl," she said waiting a few seconds for his reaction, an eager rumble emanating from the back of her throat made him jump.

"C-Connor…" the male responded shakily as she flexed her claws.

He was the first male to ever be able to respond back to her out of and after the physical contact! How brave he must be! This was him. This was her male. She was certain of it now.

"Ok Connor." Sibyl said in a sultry voice, saving the name and enjoying how It rolled off her tongue. "I'm going to give you a 10 second head start…"

She almost squealed at how adorable her male looked when he was confused and scared. He was halfway submissive already! Gods she wanted him right then and there, but she knew she could make their first time more… special.

" I...um…I-I don't…" he stuttered nervously confused.

"Or don't," Sibyl stated uncaringly, as she made a show of polishing her claws against her breasts and inspecting them.

"Either way," she turned to her lamb, with lust in her eyes and flashed her pearly white fangs as he gulped, "I'm going to "eat" you up."

"I-I…but...wha...who-"

"Tick-tock tick-tock little lamb," she cooed as she bent over giving him a great view of her cleavage, her ears slowly folding down into attack mode as she saw the red creep across the bridge of his nose and cheeks.

'Oh he is definitely not gay'. Sibyl thought as Connor, her chosen, scrambled to his feet and took off with the speed and grace of a deer. A sexy caramel deer.

'At least, he won't be after I catch him.' The perfect love story, of how she her male demonstrated his speed as she ran him down, his strength as he (hopefully) put up a good fight, and finally obtaining her male.

And then she wouldn't be alone anymore.

Sibyl was certainly surprised at how much distance he had put between the two of them, not that it would matter. This was going to be fun.

"Here we go," she said to herself before letting loose a howl and charging after the male. Correction - her male.

….

It had ashen colored skin, and eyes like lava.

That what he registered as he fell to the ground. He slid back slightly as the monster before him stared him down with eyes as bright as hell itself.

It stood at 6'5 at least with wild midnight black hair running down its back. It's eyes had flames, misting at its upper eyelids, blazing about its head. The two wolf ears atop of its head gave him the indication of an extra species. It's body was toned, muscular, and...feminine? It had curves in all the right places, voluptuous hips only covered by a skimpy black g-string thong, and two large perfect breasts that were scantily clad, leaving nothing to the imagination, only covered by a demonic looking bra that resembled three purple metallic claws gripping her cleavage, and broken chain lengths hanging from the base of those purple iron claws. In between her breasts was a patch of fur, that flowed bright orange like fired rising from charcoal, that complimented her burnt purple iron skull collar.

Her arms just before her shoulders were covered in ashen black fur, with large paws that had razor sharp claws burnt purple claws at the ends of the paws. The same followed for her legs just above the knee save for her feet replace by very big paws with wicked looking talons on each toe.

If it were a different setting he may have considered approaching and talking to her… but it wasn't, she approached him, and the warnings of the old married couple hit him in the head like a ton of bricks. He didn't know whether that underwear would have helped, but he was starting to miss them right about now.

Her face. Her bangs got in the way of her lava red eyes, that displayed black instead of whites of her eyes. The fangs she brandished at him, pearly white and huge , were turned into a confident grin.

The words of the old couple came back to haunt Connor as he looked upon the face of the rogue extra species.

He was terrified, his imagination running wild at the possiblities of what this monster would do to him. He hadn't seen his parents in weeks, they had left on business, his friends, Ginger, he would never get to tell them anything. He was-

"Hi," her voice was confident, brash, yet smooth somehow. It still worked in knocking him on his ass. "My name is Sibyl."

Those terrifying fangs. They seemed to spread even farther as she towered over him even more so now, seeming to be pleased at how scared he was. Her eyes bore holes into his very soul and he felt his heart begin to hammer in his chest as a menacing growl began to arise from her and Connor realized she was waiting.

If it would keep him alive he would entertain her, Sibyl was it? He could get points for remembering its name because he just didn't want to die.

"C-Connor," he weakly managed.

This seemed to please the She Beast as a long bushy black tail began to wag behind her as she made a deceivingly feminine grunt of approval. That wasn't a woman, that was a demon.

"Ok Connor," the she beast said flexing those terrible claws and the muscles in her arm that look like they could tear him in half no problem.

"Ok...Connor," the monstress said as if she was savoring his name. Remembering the names of her other victims no doubt. He was just another casualty- "I'm going to give you a 10 second head start."

"I...I...but...wha...who-" he stammered. A 10 second head start for wha-

"Or don't…" the monster said checking her unholy talons, and rubbing them against her perfect breasts as if this was a typical day for her.

"Either way," the monster said bending over, and giving him a good look at her cleavage, her soft, smooth looking breasts hung as the demonic looking bra tried its darndest and barely did its job of holding them back. He could feel his face heat up as he kicked himself for actually staring at the creature who was obviously about to play with her food.

The She demon picked up on this and began to smile brighter as her tail wagged. She had noticed.

"I'm going to eat. You. Up."

This was about seeing her scantily clad. It was a trap, like when Imps would wear revealing clothing and pretend to get mad at the men who stared at the for doing so.

He moved to apologize, sputtering and trying his hardest, but it was no use.

"Tick-tock tick-tock little lamb,"

After brief consideration Connor realised that 10 seconds was better than none at all. He scrambled to his feet and ducked out from the side of her and raced as far as he could from the monster. If she was going to kill him, the least he could do was give her a hard time doing so.

He slowed his sprint, sliding across the gravel as he turned round to see his painting. He came all this way, he needed to get back to it, he worked so hard to make this for her.

A loud and ghastly howl broke him from his thoughts as he saw the red eyed she beast charge down the mountain with the otherworldly speed.

He renewed his sprint down the mountain side, watching his step, as he made his descent. He knew that when running from a predator down hill was a strict no no, but he had a plan. There was nothing to help him on the way down, just rocks and trees, but if the old woman was right about those underwear, he could get that pair, and if they worked (oh god he hoped they worked) he could ward this beast off.

He could hear the rapid approach of the beast woman, the rumble of the gravel and rocks beneath her as she rocketed down towards him.

Wait for it. Connor thought as he kept running down the slope. He heard her no more than 20 feet away but he persisted to keep down the slide. Not yet.

Waaiit for it… Connor sweated profusely as she was at least 10 feet away, one more bound and she would be on top of him. His heart hammered like a rabbits and finally he moved.

He heard the monster jump with a beastial snarl, and he finally made his move.

NOW! Connor sank, bringing his chest down to his knees, as he pushed off them in a different direction, making a diagonal slide down the mountain. He heard no- he felt the monster sail over his head, narrowly missing him as she couldn't adjust herself given the terrain and the speed she was moving. With a second wind of confidence he got his bearings just as the rocks under his feet gave him traction and halted his slide.

He heard the monster give a surprised yip, as he sprinted back up the mountain, weaving through rocks and trees to give him more control as he used his hands to push off the various obstacles.

Connor turned back slightly to see the black monster had righted herself and was now running on all fours, with quicker speed than the last attempt. A shrill feeling ran up his spine as he saw that she was still smiling, still brandishing those large white fangs.

Connor turned back and felt the fire in his tired legs burn hotter, as he put everything he had into them. He spotted the rock where he tossed the underwear, he could feel the hope of sanctuary from the demoness pouring into him.

Then he did the most cliche thing in the horror movie playbook: didnt look where he was going. He didnt see the rock, how could he when he was so engrossed with the feeling of safety and protection. He did not see it, but he felt it clip his foot. He tripped slightly but knowing what would be possibly become of him should he fall, he caught himself on several small hops. He had saved himself from crashing to the ground, unfortunately for Connor those wasted seconds were all he had, as the world began to spin and his world was rocked when a large force slammed into his back like a frieght train.

Connor saw the sky, then the ground, then the sky again with the wind being knocked out of him as he hit the cold unforgiving ground. He had to get his head to stop spinning, to get up and get to the rock a few feet away, he was so close, but so far.

And the monster wasn't helping with her one sided conversation with him. He managed to look back to notice the large black she beast laying on her side. Most likely she had not expected him to slow as he did and tripped over him in her pursuit. He heard her grumbling to herself as she begins to pull herself up from the ground, which only made him double his efforts as he stumbled and crawled towards the rock.

"Quick as a deer, reflexes like a goat, mmmmm and a nice ass! You are going to be so tasty."

He scrambled to his feet but the beast was faster than he was. He felt the demon latch on to his body. Her claws grasped round his waist as one clawed paw reached for his arm.

Connor twisted in her grip, slipping out of her talons before she could press him against her body. He was now facing the demoness with a vice like grip around his arm. He was looking as those fangs grinned and smirked at him, intending unspeakable horrors. His heart was pounding, his blood roaring in his ears, his adrenaline was kicked into high gear. He had to get out of her grip. He needed to escape. Her other claw shot out towards him, and he reacted automatically.

Connor used the back of his hand to slap the She demon's hand from nearly grasping his side. At the same time he twisted his body outwards, feeling the tension of her grip against his skin. Finally because the hand is weak in a twist, she let go, but he still felt her claws as she grasped at his newly freed arm as he pulled it away.

His freedom was short lived as she lunged like a viper and grasped on to his arms again, this time, the demoness caught both of them.

Using its weight to her advantage she lunged foreword rocketing him on to his back. Connor had enough time to curl himself into a ball, the adrenaline allowing him to ignore the pain of the ground on his back as he used his legs and pushed with all his might, sending the wolf monster over his head and onto her back once more. God himself was giving Connor a second chance as he felt her grip loosen as she landed, and he took the opportunity and yanked his hands away.

He was battered, bruised, and dead tired, but he persisted to make for the rock a few feet away. His legs were heavy and hot and they screamed at him as he placed him underneath him again. Connor gave one final lunge at the rock and felt a large sense of relief when he touched its rough surface.

His relief was short lived when a massive force slammed into has back, pressing him snugly against the rock. He was literally between a rock and a hard… well kind of. He tried to move his hands against the rock, with full intentions to push with whatever he had left in the tank. That movement was cut short as with otherworldly speed the monster grabbed his arm and whirled him around, this time his back slamming against the rough boulder. The swift movement caused the gravel to give way under his boots, the only thing keeping him from falling into the dirt was the monster's death grip on his arm. She pulled him up higher, the strength in her one arm, surprising him greatly as the rock scraped against his back hard enough to leave heavy scratches on his back.

Connor tried to push against her with his free hand but the monster snatched that one to and slammed it against the rock. He tried to kick, tried to fight, to push back against the beast, his strength proving to still be there as he shakily pushed arms off the rock. The monster grabbed both his wrists with one hand and slammed his wrists into the rock once more. The last of his strength waned as

The wolf monster pressed her body against his, completely immobilizing his lower half as she put her weight on his lower half.

"Times up little lamb," she purred victoriously as he fought against her strength with the last bits of energy that he had in him before he could do nothing but lay dormant as he caught his breath.

He was tired, his muscles felt like lead, and he was trying his hardest not to stare into the eyes of the beast. It's eyes like the fires of hell itself boring into his soul as she loomed over him. Watching his every move, every twitch, every pant of exhaustion was picked up like he was under a magnifying glass.

It finally dawned on him how tired he was, his body was slick with his sweat, and it also dawned on him how slick her body was as well. He could also feel his cheeks heat up as he noticed that she seemed to have strategically pressed her crotch against his. He would be lying if he declared he hadn't noticed her body, her voluptuous frame, her round hips and her impressive bust. Then the third thing dawned on him : the ashen black skin, the wolf ears, the claws, her sharp teeth, and flaming eyes, oh yea and the fact that in her own words she was literally trying to eat him.

He was already exhausted, he had no idea how long he had been fighting, but it felt like his heart would literally explode when the wolf monster began to bring her face close to his. He could feel her burning eyes dragging all over his body, and her fanged grin that she had him right where she wanted him as she audibly licked her lips.

Connor shuddered under her grip as she leaned in, his heart rate going even faster when her breasts were pressed against his chest as she was nothing but an inch away from his face. He turned his head away, and squeezed his eyes shut, afraid to meet her gaze. His blood was flowing from exhaustion, but his body was male, and at the contact of… the demon that looked to be female, it tried to concentrate all the blood in one place. Currently impossible, but not from a lack of trying on his body's part. He could practically hear her smiling, like a wolf who had just found a lame animal. She gave a snarl of approval, gauging his reaction to the movement.

He could feel her warm breath against the side of his face, near his neck as her hair tickled his face and chin. Her method of killing no doubt, he said to himself as she all but pressed her nose against his neck and inhaled deeply. Get the victim's blood pumping with her appearance, have it racing after a chase, so the first bite she could have a warm red shake or smoothie or something.

He mind was racing a mile a minute as he felt her move lower, inhaling deeply and he felt four sharp objects, and one large soft object, trailing up the outside of his leg.

"You smell sooo delicious…" she breathed huskily against his neck as her giant pawlike hand trailed up past their crotches and underneath his shirt.

"OH HO HO!" the hellhound pulled from his neck and exclaimed happily as she ran her hand up his chest and began to rub in small circles. She inhaled sharply and softly growled into his ear.

"What a prize I just caught…" she whispered as she licked the shell of his ear, and licked her way back down to his neck.

Ok! OK! Danger! Connor couldn't think but he understood he had to get out NOW! His mind was foggy, yet running a mile a minute, her figure was confusing him but her Motive of eating him still rang in his mind. The four sharp objects he known identified as her fingers were so large, and so sharp...they...were so soft… is that what her hand feels like? Wow… so soft… they… could disembowel him in an instant! He tried to move his lower half but her height was working against him. He was completely off the ground and held in place by a rock and a crotch of a monster.

His efforts for movement, made his situation worse. When he tried to move the wolf monster gave an sound that was a cross between pure excitement and pure animalistic hunger. Connor himself felt a small pleasurable sensation from his nether region with it came to his attention that he just dry humped his attacker. Correction: devourer, because she said herself she was going to eat him.

His situation went even worse when the she beast pulled from her spot in the nape of his neck and those hellish eyes and large pearly white fangs smiled at him.

"Eager are we?" The monster moaned/growled at him. Tired and breathless, Connor could do nothing but raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Don't worry I'll eat you up soon enough." The monster said as she trailed her hand slowly down to the hem of his jeans, making him squirm and arch his back - in an escape attempt.

"But with a prize like you,"She purred as her rough but soft tongue flicked out as grazed the tip of his nose. "I think I'll play with my food."

Wait.

The attack. This monster could have killed him immediately. The reports of attacks. No deaths. All men. Bruises and black eyes were the most damage reported. The old couples warning. A monster that comes out at this time to ...eat you up!

The light bulb in his head flash on so quickly that if it were more than a representation of a realization the fuse box would have shorted out.

"OH! Oh! WOW! Umm… see this is a… I'm not really…." he sputtered and renewed his efforts of escape. He had heard stories and rumors about the mountain from the taverns and places he had stayed before he arrived at the couple's lodging. Three men each two of which married "unlucky" men, and one "very lucky" man to have been attacked by this monster. And from what he had heard from the unlucky ones, protesting did not work.

He was not prepared for this at all, this wasn't supposed to happen, was she really about too…

Connor got his answer when her paw slid from the hem of his pants to underneath them to above his groin.

"Listen! Please! Uh wait! I'm not read- wait wait waitwaitwait WAIT!" He begged.

His plea was cut short by an unholy snarl, he saw her eyes flare and the flames of her eyelids burn brighter with them. She gripped his wrists so tight that he would have cried out if her fangs weren't poised directly for his jaw and throat.

"I AM TIRED OF WAITING!" The fire monster roared. He could feel the denim of his jeans tearing as the tips of her claws were now very prominently pushing against the muscles above his groin.

"Okay okay okay!" He shakily warned trying to calm the beast.

"NO MORE WAITING!" She snarled at him, her eyes blazing into his soul. He had no choice but to meet her gaze. In her blazing inferno he saw a mix of emotions above her anger. He couldn't even call this anger. It was more like… desperation? Happiness in a small form. But desperation?

"Ok…ok… let's just calm down…please..." he said more terrified than he had ever been in his life. The fires in both her eyelids and eyes seemed to die down. Her grip loosened on his wrists, she lowered her head slightly, her ears drooped as she let off a little bit of weight from his crotch. Was she listening to him? He didn't want to admit this to himself, because he couldn't believe it was happening but, his…rapist, was actually listening to him. He had to keep the momentum going if she was listening to him currently. His heart was like a rabbits and he was sure it's rate beating for so long like this was not good for him.

"How about you let me down ok? Just let me go and-"

The monster woman then snapped her head towards him. Her grip tightened as she pushed against him again. Her gaze reignited with passion and confidence. She gave a laugh. A genuine laugh full of confidence.

"Why would I do that?" Her lips leaning closer to his. Uh oh.

"I finally found you." She said happily, her eyes filled with aggression, he gulped as he felt the hot breath on his lips. As her hand was desperately close to his, private area. She was almost touching his no no square. VERY CLOSE!

He squirmed as her lips were an half an inch distance from his. "You are mine." She growled like before.

He was what?! What did she mean?! She's to close!

He didn't want this?! Not like this!

Help! Anyone! PLEASE!

In that moment Connor never thought in his life would be his most favorite word in the Japanese Language.

"Furizu!"

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I said basically everything I needed to say up there in the authors note. So Ykno do whatever it is you guys did to prepare for the next chapter of the THE REAPER THE REAPER THE BEAST and the BRAWLER

Or perhaps a real book or tv show and better Fanfic that the mine.

Better than waiting for the garbage I write.

Thanks for the support and I'll see you all in the next chapter.

YautjaofEarth out.

**oh yea I totally forgot to mention, Furizu is Japanese for freeze**

I only say that now because that will probably one of the only words of Japanese spoken on this fic.