Hellhound-Poundhound

It’s another beautiful day in the busy city of Krakton.

And today was a very special one indeed, for a certain wolf pushing de thirties. John, a wolfman working for a delivery service, was on his way to one of the three red-light districts in town, as he had some spare bucks to burn here on his day off.

As he sat in the bus, looking out of the window all pondering, he mumbled to himself, pessimistically. “I wonder if there’s even gonna be anyone to my taste…”. With a sigh, he taps his lap to the tune of a song he likes, while waiting for his stop to arrive.

You see, John here was a bit of a… ‘purist’ for a lack of a better term. Not to say that he’s racist, no no, rather that he only fancied females of his own kind, or just any that were in the canid family. He has tried getting it on with a few other girls from other races, but ended up losing the drive half-way into the action of things, which for the most part resulted in the one he was balls deep in, calling him less than pleasant things… Or just outright slapping him across the face and calling him a ‘limp-dick bitch’.

It was only when he was doing it with another wolf that he would not only finish the fight, but also go Beyond that. A few times, he broke these ‘bitches’ in so good, that they wanted to be his girlfriend, or outright wanted to get married right there and then. Like they were bewitched by a spell.

Of course, he told them off. Most of them were just one-time flings, or fuck-buddys he had on speed-dail, and vies-versa. He didn’t know them well enough to have such commitment just because he gave them a good thraging.

Stepping off the bus and standing at the entrance to the district, John looked down through the lightly crimson colored street, which ran for a good km. Brimming with people of all shapes and sizes, and those who too were there for the same reasons as himself.

This was his first time in a place like this. A recommendation was it, by one of his co-workers. They kept on singing praises of how it was ‘the best hole of holes a man could dream of!’ and ‘The whores there suck like real succubi!’. The other guys just shuck their heads and rolled eyes whenever the guy pops off on that topic. Most of John’s co-workers were older fellas who were married, so they didn’t really wanna hear all that ‘promotional’ talk about a street of ‘top tier’ sluts that'd be more than happy to help get their willies wet… They had loving wives at home who could do that twice better than any whore ever could.

But John tho, he wasn't a married man… ‘Yet’. No, he was a horny man seeking his fix of the week. Hell, after he had asked about a few details about the place from said co-worker, he went and blue-balled himself up to this day… All he hoped for on this day of sinful conduct, was that he at least finds ‘A’ dog folk whore amongst the crowd of whores roaming the street… His balls would probably fall off on the way back home, if he didn’t get any kind of relief by day’s end.

Wandering on through, he sees a variety of scantily clad women, and even more so men, huddled up against various walls, buildings, and even a van or five. The stench of cigs was strong on some, while others were in the midst of enjoying one, as they waited for their next buyer.

A few gave him some teasing enticements as he passed by. One gave him a wink and a blow-kiss, another flashed him with their big pair of mellons, and then there was one of the male prostitutes who were extra bold, and flashed him with their flaccid dick. That last one was a wolf like him, and they seemed Very interested in John, as they had this look in their eyes, which John knew very well what it meant when it’s from a wolf, and therefore upped his speed a little extra…

An hour he spent, looking around the district for anyone of worth. And in this time, he also took a stroll into a few of the multitude of stores that made up this place. These few he entered, tho, were, as one would expect, ‘kink themed’ so to say. A BDSM store here. A ‘toy’ store there, where a girl could get all that she needed to do some proper pegging. And even one of MANY doll stores that plagued this street. And by whatever god there may be, those dolls they sold were the cheapest garbage imaginable, like, V1 or even V2 models from like 20-30 years ago!

But besides all that, all in all, this trip has only appeared more and more to have been a complete waste of his time.

However, After passing by a vigorously rocking van, with muffled moans to boot, he spots someone who catches his attention immediately.

Leaning up against the wall to a back alley, with a less than amused look on their face as they fiddled with their phone, was a prime subject of a white and black furred wolf girl. She, like all the other ‘workers’ here, was also skintly clad, and if John had to guess just from the trend going around in this place, she was a hooker no doubt.

Looking down further the street, John looks if he could spot any other wolf or dog-like person out of the hooker assortment patrolling the street, only to find none of the sort…

With a shake of the head, and a ‘hmph’, John moves towards the hooker in his sight, deciding to take a jab at the lady wolf and see what happens.

The woman doesn’t seem to pay his approach any mind, merely kept her eyes glued to the phone in her hand with that same angry-yet-bored look. Once he stands with only a long step between them, and, after a moment of still no reaction, clears his throat, does the wolf girl lift her gaze from her phone, and places it upon him. “The fuck you want, dickhead?” She vulgarly asked.

Taken aback a bit by the sodden insult, John lost his words for a moment as he tried to say something. “What? You retarded or something? If you wanna waste time, then go bother someone else you dumb fuck!” She growled, which only gave John more whiplash from the out-of-the-blue hostility.

“Come on, Get! Or i’ll get da- I mean Blitzs! to come and pop a cap in your…” The girl pauses for a sec, then blinks a few times, before her eyes shoot down for a moment, then looks up at him again and starts to slowly grin. “Aaaah, I see now… you're a horny bitch boy, ain’t cha?” She asks. John, still bamboozled, manages to get a “What” out, before her free hand flies down and starts grouping the bulge that has appeared in his pants. “You looking for a tight little hole to stuff your pathetic little dick into, ay? Some little slut that likes taking small gnome dicks like yours, hmm?~” She degradingly continues her inquiry, now all up in his face and squeezing his crutch more.

John squirms in her grasp a little, before shooting her a fierce, yet tempered look through narrowed eyes. “Ghk-It isn’t THAT small… Bitch” He growls back. Showing a little teeth in the process.

She lets go, “Hm! Prove it then, ‘Bitch-boy~’... Follow me” She ordered as she turned around, and headed into the alleyway around the corner. Her tail brushing across John’s face to further rail him up, which worked like a charm as he growled out of instinct, and followed suit shortly after.

Maybe this trip wasn't a waste after all…

Once they were alone in the vacant, damp alleyway. Hiding behind a dumpster so they wouldn’t be seen so much by a random stranger. The next ten seconds were like a blur for the wolf man, as he now stood leaning back-to-wall, with ‘Loona’ as she calls herself, sitting on her knees and with his half-erect, and growing, rod rubbing against her cheek. Staring up at him with a bratty look and a small grin, while squeezing his balls impatiently so the main event would come out faster.

When finally he was at full mast, Loona gave but a little ounce of impressment at his size, in the form of her eyes mockingly widening a small margin as she chuckled. “Well, well… Looks like you weren’t kidding. But i’ve seen better~” She teased, and grabbed his red-rocket fully before giving the tip a long, warm, wet, lick.

“Heh heh heh. Now then, I wonder if your virgin ass knows how to-” John stops her mid-talk when he grabs the top of her scalp, and slams her snout first into his crotch, and stuffing his cuck so far down her bratty throat, she lets out a shocked gurgle.

“This isn’t the first time I've tamed a bitch, but a ‘Sassy’ one will be the first for sure!” He growled. Loona glared up at him with what looked like anger, but was actually a challenging look that he could try. And try he certainly would… “Start sucking then, whore”

And suck she did, but not without adding a bit of teeth to the experience as retaliation for the rough handling. But John seemed to hardly mind the extra bit of wildness.

Bobbing back and forth on his rod, John lets out a satisfied growl as he slumps against the wall. But his grip on Loona’s head never loosened. He’s dealt with spicy bitches before aplenty, to know never to let go of the ‘leash’ he has on them. Last time he did so ended with him becoming the sub… And he would rather not find out what this slut has in store if he did it again.

However, soon after, he found himself at the edge of orgasm. ‘Already?’ he thought. It usually takes at least a few minutes longer than this before he blows. Maybe it had something to do with how ‘uncannely’ good Loona’s maw felt. Or maybe it was the warmth of it, which felt ‘different’ to any of the other girls he got a BJ from. Whatever the case, he was about to blow, and no manner of pondering was gonna stop that.

With gritted teeth and a throaty growl, John grabs Loona’s head with both hands, pushes her head back til the tip of his dick was on her lips, before not only ripping her back, but also thrusting his hips into her face at the same time. Resulting in an audible clap, followed by John’s moaning growl of ecstasy, as he fills her gut full.

He came so much and so hard in fact, that some of his seed spilled back out of Loona’s nose. But, if his eyes were not closed at this time, nor his ears deafened by the height of his release. He would have heard a low ‘Bzzt!’ and seen a few sparks ejecting out of the wolfes’s ear.

Falling back against the wall. His arms limply lets go of Loona’s head as his dick slides cleanly out from her frozen maw and body. Eyes still closed, he does not see how she sits before him, maw wide and eyes wide. But her eyes were not of shock, but rather calculation, as they ‘twisted’ a little in their sockets, before another spark shut out of their ear again, and their head twitched one-two times. Their maw snaps shut with a slight metallic cling, before their face morphs into an infatuated one, as she looks back up at John. Head doing one more twitch before the wolfman finally opens his eyes to look down at her.

“Huff… huf… Heh, you look like you loved it, bitch… Was it really that easy to tame you?” he remarked.

Loona doesn’t answer at first before a few seconds later once a little, almost silent, beep, sounds in her head. “Hmmm, Only half, ‘bitch-stud’. Takes a bit more than cumming in my throat to make me submit~” She hums with that rebellious tone still lingering in her, as she gets off of the ground and starts taking her clothes off.

“Oooh? So now i’ve been promoted from bitch-boy to bitch-stud. Ha! Must’ve really rocked your world for you to give me such an hon-” Now it was his turn to get shut-upped, as Loona, in all her naked glory, grabs him by the collar and pulls him up in her own face with a fierce look, and a strained grin.

“Less talk, more fucking, dickweed!” She growled, and practically ‘tossed’ him aside, before placing her hands on the wall he laid against a moment ago, and plop her thick bee-hind out in the air. Looking over her shoulder with an impatient look, she moves her tail aside to let John have the full view of her private bits, all wet and waiting for him to plow…

“Peh… Don’t have to tell me twice, babe~” John tittered with a grin on his thin lips, before discarding his pants fully and taking up position behind her. Thoughtful to also grab her tail down by the base and yank it a magien, irking out a growled yelp from the female wolf, and a lustful glare. A reminder to her, of whos doing the fucking here.

With his cuck plopped between the crack of her fullmoon, he starts to saw his hips back and fourth. The tip of his crown, teasingling hitching on the edge of Loona’s pulsing entrance, only to repeatedly slide on pass with each stroke. Loona, as one would expect, was getting more and more restless with each teasing feint from the would-be tamer. Yes, she was only getting hotter and hotter for him, but not in the way one would think. If he were to place his hand up on her back and spine, he would find it to be inhumanly hot right there. And had he been more perceptive, he would note how her growls and moans sounded very… ‘Repeated’ so to say.

But none of that was his priority at this moment, no, it was to put this bitch in her place!. And what better way to do that, then to stuff her puppy cave with his thick and viral pride. Doing one final saw motion with his hips, he stops at half on the return to grab his dick and smack her crack with it a few times, before pulling back proper to line up with her clit, electing an impatient yowl from Loona, who in toe tries to engulf his prick then and there. A yank of the tail and a firm smack across her ass put her back in line. “Bad girl! You’ll get the bone when ‘I’ give you it! Got it?” He reprimanded her.

“Yes daddy…” She whispers something very quiet to not be heard fully.

• SMACK!!* “I didn’t hear that. Say it louder, whore!” He barked after giving her an extra hard hit on her left ass cheek.

“Yes, master!” She barked back in return.

“That’s better… Here’s your reward!” He exclaims, and slams his rod fully inside in one go. Forcing Loona to smash her face into the wall a bit. But that hardly mattered to her as she howled in bliss at finally getting taken.

John starts with a slow but hard rhythm. Pulling far back to then slam right back in, he made the bitch under him whine and growl like the dirty dog she was, and he loved every second of it!. “Aaah, Fuck yeah, stud~! Fuck me hader than that, and i might call you daddy~!” She teased, and held him in place on his next entry by squeezing her warm velvety pussy hard.

“*Growl* Oooh, you sassy little bitch-pup~! Your on!” He proclaims, giving her tail a hard jank while pulling her hips with him, it makes the sassy wolf go wide eyed and howl a little, which John takes advantage off and grabs her by the hair, before pushing her further against the wall when he slammed back again. “Time to show you who the alpha is~” He growled in her ear, and then gave it a nibble.

Letting go of her grip on his pride and joy, John went to town on her as he pleased. And now that he had a firm grip on her head, he let go of her tail in his other hand and gabbed onto her ass instead. Digging his fingers deep, he enjoyed foundling this pudding ass before him, in tandem with his rod rearranging her insides with éach quick and powerful thrust he made. Oh, and also giving that fine rear a good meaty crack periodically, just to enjoy her mind melted yelps and moans.

Pound and pound and pound away, John was like a jackhammer upon Loona’s rear. Wet claps, and Lusty mewls sung through the Alley for any a traveler that may catch the tune of their wild coupling.

But sadly, as the universe is a cruel lord, all good things come to an end eventually. And John’s breaking point was no different.

Taking the final few steps to his peak, John pulls harder on Loona’s hair, which in toe makes her crane her neck in such a manner it looks as if he’s about to snap her head backwards. His other hand was being firmly dug into her thick hip, as he had no intention of leaving this bitch without a pup or two, baking in the oven. And his maw, gritted with the same force as a savage wolf can bite, John could barely keep the howl of passion contained in his throat.

And so, in one final swift, powerful, and wanting thrust, John hilts himself inside Loona’s hound-cave. His knot inflated, it kept him there firmly as he deposited his viral load of swimmers deep inside her hungering womb.

However, he gets lost in the passion of their rumbuctures finally and, once he slammed into her for the last time, instead of pulling on her hair, he instead palms the back of her head and slams her hard into the wall by accident. A few muffled snaps and ‘bzzts’ emanating numbly from her, once her dome got introduced to the cold brick wall.

John does however midt-climaxing notice his blunder, and hisses in empathy while ripping his hand away from her head. “Ah fuck! sorry! You-Mmph good there?” He asks between stifled moans, still very much cumming inside the now stuck still wolf.

No response was given for the next moment, except silence. The only thing that did respond still was Loona’s weirdly ‘vibrating’ pussy around his cuck. But then, a few sparks eject out of her ear again, and this time, John sees it. “The fuck??” He muttered in confusion.

“Ye-Ye-Yeah, i-i-i’m fine! fine! fine! fine! You can-ananan be rough with-th me, Maste-Dadd-’Bitch-stud~’ ” She ‘stuttered’, while faintly vibrating all over for a couple of seconds. “Com-Com-Come on and F-F-F-Fuck me again, hot-sssss-stuff!”

“Uuuuuhh…” Was all he could say, before- ”You are ta-ta-taking toooo long! Mo-momomomo-MOVE Dickward!!” The wolfess barks, and rams her ass full force into John’s pelvis and sending him flying out of her and flat on his ass with a yelp.

“OOW! What the hell, bitch! that hur-Gah!” He was about to yell, but was stopped halfway by Loona descending upon him in the blink of an eye. One hand pressed down against his chest, the other groping a tit. And below, a leaking, hot, twat, grinding against his rock hard erection

“Ma-Ma-Ma-My tuuu-urn, bitch boyboyboy-booo-oy~” She stutteringly growled. Her voice, taking on a shade of reverb through parts of her speech. Not only that, but hearts had now formed where her pupils should have been.

At this moment, John puts two and two together, as his eyes go wide. “W-wa-wait a minute! Y-you were a robot this WHOLE TIME?!?! Aaahh~! “ He barked in realization, only to be pushed down into the velvety bed of pleasure again, when the now revealed-to-be-robot Loona, engulfed his cuck once more and began riding him intensely.

“No, stu-stu-stu-Kkk! Retard!-ard!-ard! My name is- Name is [Loona]!” She barked again, her speed and force doubling for a moment, before slowing down again when her head does a few static jerky twists, coupled with her eyes glitching for a moment before returning to normal, none heart shaped, eyes. “Don’t fuck with mememememe!. I-i-i know a psycho imp-imp-imp-imp who’s got a-got a-got an axe-eeeeee-Kssh!- I’m gonna-na-na-gona-a fuck you up! Bitch booooooo-Tzzt! Error!” She barked some more, as another handful of sparks shot out of her ears. Picking up the pace once again like before, but now doing so with seemingly no concern for John’s well being. Actively making him feel like he was getting hammered by an industrial hammer, and NOT in the good way.

Soo… John did what any man would do in that situation.

He tries doing everything he can from his pinned position, to get this malfunctioning whore-bot off himself.

But his attempts were stumped, as he just could not remove Loona's hand from his chest. In fact, these attempts only made it worse, as she would dig her claws deeper into him, actually drawing blood, and a pained yowl from John’s lips. Making him curse the foul machine harlot.

The clock was ticking. He felt, very well so, that he soon would lose his lower half, if he didn't do something, NOW.

Reading the room, he notes that the robo-dogo on top of him had a repeating pattern to their bouncing assault. And by every seventh lift-off from his pelvis, they would move up and away further, enough so for his legs to move just enough to bend them a bit.

Soo, counting down from the start of the new cycle, John readies himself to push with all that he can, once the seventh up-go comes.

When the seventh finally arrives, John snarls with a strained voice, as he pushes the wolfess back enough to get his shin and knee pressed up against her stomach, then a shove with said knee, to give him enough room and time to plant his foot under her ribcage, and forcefully kick her off him for good…

And even if it was by accident, once more, John manages to not only kick her away, but also makes her smash the back of her skull against the wall behind her… Man, he really does have bad luck today.

Sliding down the wall til she sat on her ass. Convulsing spasms running through her body, while her face was stuck in a neutral state. Jaw opening and closing like a broken animatronic, as corrupted voice lines play out of her unsynched lips in chaotic symphony.

John takes this moment of her incapacitated state to quickly roll to his side and push himself back on his feet. Hard, wet, cuck swinging down below, tho thankfully deflating due to the ‘danger’ he found himself in. “Bloody Clanker whore!” He barked while locating his pants. He, however, didn’t get further then a few cm, before Loona seemingly broke out of her stupor, and rose back up with a robotic stiffness. “Shit! Stay your ass back, you tin-bitch! I don’t wanna fuck no more, you hear!?” He yelled at the other wolf.

Loona, however, did not adhere to his cancellation of their ‘fun time’. Instead, her head stiffly twisted to him, followed by a few rapid twitches. “Naa-Naa-aa-Naa bitch-bo-bo-Stud. We are far-far from dooooo-one yetyetyetyetyet-Let me suck on that bone, daddy-dy-dy-dy-diiiiiiii-y~” She said, with a glitched smile, which’s features spasmed in it’s efforts to be kept ‘legit’. And following this ‘threat’, the rest of her body turned with the same stiffness as her head, towards him, before marching his way on unstable legs. Her body twitching and shaking more and more with each step she took.

In response, John retreated further into the alley for each step that the rouge android took towards him. Hissing and growling at her to stop and piss off, only for her to deject his words with claims that he wants her real bad, and that she can give him what he needs. At least, that’s what he could make out of her jumbled speech, as most of it was a corrupted mess of other dialogues for other situations and actions.

During his back-peddling through the now narrowing alley, he felt something bumping into his heel. Looking down, he finds the object in question to be a rusty bucket under a broken drainage pipe. The bucket was half-full with some nasty water, but the fact that there was liquid in it at all, gave him an idea… A stupid one, but it’s the best he had right now.

Ducking down he rips the bucket from off the ground, does a rising spin, and splashes the wolf girl with the dirty water.

Once fully drenched, she stops dead her tracks for a moment, then, a few twitches, before spazzing out like mad, as visible electricity dances all over her frame

“Error! Error! Major malfunction-tion-shiiiii! Major malfuuuuuuu-nction! System damage deeeee-Kkk! -ss beyond self-self-self repair-air-air-aaaaaa-Bzzt! Pl-Please shut-shut-shut-shut-shuSYTEMOVERLOOOO- Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck memememememememe-Eeeeeeehhhhhh” Blurted out from her open maw, as she did the dance of a breaking down machine

“E-E_e-E-EEErrriiIIEEee-Ejec-cec-ject-jectiiiiiiiii-ing!!” *Psht-Bof!* A rectangular shaped board ejects from her chest, and it came out sparking like a christmas tree. Catching a few glimpses through the crack between the board and her shell, it was as much a lightshow inside her as the board outside was, if not more severe.

Her face was no different from the rest of her bod. One eye wide open and spinning around in its socket, and the other being a glitchy lazy-eye that made her look as if lobotomized. Her voice, crackling and popping in un-hammonious pitch and volume, as line upon line and upon lines, fused together into a mesh of varying personalities that contradict one anothers’ parameters of self. A fact, that would seem to not go unnoticed by whatever control system that still ran, as each deviation from the persona that John had met them as, would cause sparks to fly out of one of her ears as the system tried to right the grammar leakage. But since she was going faster and faster, both her ears were close to becoming makeshift spark fountains at this point.

Then she stops wandering back and forth, and starts walking towards John again, each static step now having a 2-3 second interval between each other. John readied the rusty bucket in his hands, ready to smack her across the head with it, before a cascade of small pops and explosions ran across parts of the malfunctioning robo-dogo’s form a few seconds later. Making him recoil from the sudden implosions, and even make him drop the bucket.

Left hip blows open, as wires are exposed, and damaged hydraulic pipes spray their contents. Right side of her middle blows off together with bits and pieces of high-tech looking stuff and singed synth flesh. Chest board thing gets kicked out from its spot between her leaking tits by another explosion behind it, and now hangs by threaded wires on the verge of snapping. And then, up at her head, her eyes go to opposite corners, her maw opens to let out a digitized bark and woof, and then her whole face explodes.

John covers his face from the initial shrapnel, before looking back at the smoking canine before him. Once the smoke that was obscuring her head finally subsided, he got introduced to the unnerving, yet rather goofy looking thing, which was Loona’s scorched endoskeleton face.

One eye now hung by a wire, while the other still sat where it should, just now glitchingly trying to roll further up then it can. The cage-y looking rectangle that used to be the top of her mouth, was now warped by the explosion, while the jaw seems to have been blown fully off. But that didn’t stop the motor and platform that held it, from wriggling up and down slowly.

Said face sparked and squirted whatever lubricant it used as saliva, while the body itself spashemed now and again from the total system overload that transpired. A loose wire and another crossed at one point, as their right leg twitched for a moment, before doing one high kick, and then causing the whole simmering body to fall over from the sodden lack of support. Landing with a heavy ‘clunk’, while her ‘hard drive’ got flung off her chest upon her fall and landing, as it skittered along for a couple of seconds before falling flat and spitting out one last spark.

John looks down on the still twitching hound with bewilderment, then shifts his gaze to the rusty bucket. Silence reigned for a good minute, until John couldn’t help but say out loud his thoughts. “...Is everything in this district really ‘THIS’ cheap?”

A bucket of dirty water was really all it took to break a sex-bot here?. Now, given what just happened, he wasn’t gonna complain ‘half’ as much, but that kinda thing still just seems like the biggest kind of scam-move one can pull on people.

He didn’t ponder on the rotten morality of this kind of business practice for long, and instead goes to grab and thereafter put on his pants again.

“WHAT IN SATAN’S ASS CRACK IS GOING ON HERE!!!” A very pissed sounding fella yells from where he and Loona came from, while he was only half way into his pants

Spinning around once he had pulle them up fully, he saw a… Short, horned, red dude in a trenchcoat, with some kind of… ‘Card motif’ tattooed on his forehead?. And he did not look pleased at the scene before him, whatsoever….

*GASP* “Lulu!! Oooh GAWD!” He cried out, before running over to the defunct Loona and falling to his knees before her. “Aaahh! My poor sweet girl! what have they done to you! Waaaahaahaahaaaa!...” He cried some more, holding up the dog’s glitched hand and rubbing his cheek against it, while bawling his eyes out.

John just looked on with a pinge of regret, and scratched the back of his head while looking away awkwardly from the grieving man… Sooo, not to bother the guy anymore, he decides to slowly leave the alley befor-”YYYOOOUUUU!!!” The red guy snarled as his attention snapped to John. “You motherfucking FUCKER!!!” He then bellows, before pulling out a gold crested flintlock of all things from his coat, and aims right at John’s face.

“OH-pf-Fuck! thssS-SHIT!” He yells in panic, before falling over something just in time to dodge the bullet, as it ricochets off the brick wall further down the path.

“Waaaaaa!!” John screams, as he scurries off the floor and books it outta there like a bat outta hell.

“YEAH!! You better fucking run you stupid bitch-mutt!! Hope to GOD that i never find your sorry ass again!! Or else i’ll tear your FUCKING BALLS OFF!!!” The Guy roars, before tossing the spent gun after the fleeing wolfman, only for it to flop onto the floor a couple of meters away.

[The End]

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