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Summoning was not easy, especially when you could hardly pronounce the words of some ancient text, made specially for one lone creature, all but forgotten throughout the ages. But Pitch was determined. The lithe black cat had spent way too many years studying the supernatural and otherworldly to be discouraged by some long dead language. For days on end he studied it all until he managed to find patterns that helped him translate, more and more the feline deciphered until he reached a breakthrough.

There was a time when deities and other creatures were worshiped, whether through appreciation of their blessings or fear of their wrath. But there were others, ones that were tied to specific attributes or locations. They would be given offerings for a bountiful harvest or to be spared from a hypothetical wrath.

Pitch was someone of a skeptic, not in the sense of not believing in these tales but that the people of those times simply could not grasp the powers that be, how they operated and how they could possibly be manipulated...

Retiring to the chamber underground, he was finally ready to try it out. Most of the hard work had already been done, finding objects that were tied to this force and drawing out the runic symbols, forming a circle around that he stood in the center of. Now with full confidence he invoked the name of this thing, though he spoke in modern tongue the circle and symbols along it were starting to glow.

"You've probably been dormant for a long time, but I call upon you now! Come forth and grant me my wish..." As soon as the words were spoken a near blinding light surrounded him. There was a shift in gravity itself, making him and a few nearby objects float. Looking underneath, the floor itself had fallen away within the circle, underneath was thick smoke and wisps of flames.

Crawling its way out was a creature, growling as it dragged a large and furry body out of the smoking pit. Just more and more was coming into view, Pitch took notice of the sharp teeth, pointed muzzle. This thing had short horns and it revealed that it was rather bulky, dragging itself right out of...

It was only when the creature was in full view, being tall and wide. With fur of red and gray, a bare chest and a lone loincloth covering anything else. The gravity returned to normal and Pitch began to fall. But his thoughts were only on what he had just summoned. He expected some sort of long forgotten, weaker level of deity. But what stood before him was plain and simple, a hellhound.

He didn't even realize until he felt the strong paws holding onto him. This creature caught him and set him down with a grunt. Taking a moment to process things, the cat stepped away from the circle while the otherworldly beast remained within, likely bound inside.

Now taking a moment to analyze what he just brought to the mortal world, Pitch just looked the canine over. He was muscular, the muscles themselves flexed underneath his angry red pelt. They were highlighted with ash gray. His chest was wide and sturdy looking with prominent pecs. Both arms and legs were rather thick, being ended with thick and sharp claws on his hands and feet.

While being watched, the other male took the time to stretch and groan. For longer than he cared to keep track of, he had been bound. His last encounter with mortals was of them sealing him away. But that was his own fault, he got too greedy. He wouldn't make that same mistake, not this time...

"I thought any trace of me had been tossed away," he spoke, his tone surprisingly casual. "Ah well, better late than never."

"Uh..." It took a moment to find words but the cat gulped and managed. "Tell me, what are you?" he did his best to sound and firm, like he was still in control.

"I'm a creature of pleasure. But there's not been much of that going on lately, and now that I'm on the surface...Damn, I'm starving for it."

That would explain why the cat was ogling the canine like he did. It was difficult for him to tear his gaze away. Even more vexing was that the longer he stared the dirtier his thoughts became, considering the things he could do with those meaty pecs or those strong arms wrapped around him. Pitch forced himself to focus. It wasn't what he was expecting but either way, he was looking to take advantage of whatever came his way.

"Very well. Then pleasure is what I desire!" Pitch declared.

"As do I..." the creature muttered to himself. He cleared his throat, addressing his new master. "No sooner said than done."

With words alone, a pact was formed between them. The glowing rune's light faded and the creature was able to walk out with no trouble at all.

"Now... Let's get started shall we? It's been ages and I'm starving..."

Fear rose within Pitch as the bigger male approached. There was now a desperation in his voice and he was salivating while approaching.

"Don't worry, I don't eat kitties. No, I feed off of pleasure. I didn't even realize how hungry I was for it. But you'll do...oh yeah."

There was still something about this that seemed off to the cat. But he remained, his pride keeping him from turning tail and fleeing. He was the summoner, the one in control. This was his pact, the hell creature was in service of him. Standing still, he allowed the canine to touch him. Apart from the heat that clung to his pelt, tingles quickly raced through Pitch's body, bringing him a wave of unexpected pleasure.

A moan slipped free. It was only getting more intense. Going from arousal and quickly developing into a need. He had no idea when his clothes came off nor realized right away when they were now on the smooth floor. His heart skipped a beat when viewing the thick length that sprung from the loincloth.

To his utter excitement, the beast was straddling him, wearing a smirk and groaning as he rubbed his ass against the cat's already hard cock.

"Hmm...nice size. And you got a good libido too. Yeah, it's gonna be a lotta fun when we're one."

The words hardly registered with Pitch, not while he felt the soft tailhole grazing along his tip, teasing him agonizingly. The demon dog was still gauging the mortal. He was weak at the moment but could grant the wish given to him. It would just be twisted to benefit the both of them. Biting his lip, the hound eased himself down onto the hard length, moaning deeply as he took in the blissful feeling of entry. It was better than he remembered...

Pitch was already writhing as more and more of his cock was engulfed. It was the warmest and tightest hold he had ever felt. That made it all too easy for the feline to melt. He throbbed against the soft walls and his toes curled once the bigger male bottomed out, grunting as he sat down fully.

"W-wait a minute..." Pitch mumbled. Through the shroud of pleasure he felt that something was off. But it was off put by his cock being ridden, the bounces started off rough, quickly tugging upwards then pushing down, swallowing up every inch with each go.

"Don't worry about it. I'm giving you what you want and taking what I need in exchange. You're gonna feel mind-numbing pleasure from now on but I need something to feed on..." He bounced again, letting out another moan as he slammed the entire cock into himself.

As the demon continued to ride the other male, his lower body looked as if it was melting. The goo-like substance was trailing towards the canine himself, clinging to Pitch's body. The cat could feel the tingles again, centered in his crotch this time. More and more of the hound was starting to shrink. His legs were gone and now his lower half was starting to sink as well. While the dog was sighing deeply, wearing an expression of pure bliss, Pitch felt something happening to his cock. For a moment he couldn't feel it. Then all of a sudden it felt much...bigger and warmer?

The goo had decapitated and with it fizzling out, Pitch was able to see something that made his jaw drop. His cock was gone. Between his legs was the hound's lower body. The area just before his crotch was jutting out where his cock and balls were supposed to be.

Despite his shock, Pitch couldn't help but reach out with a shaky hand. He touched the demon's chest, stroking the rough pelt. To his shock, not only did the creature bound to him moan a bit, but it felt good to him. He could feel it, as if a slow rub to his own cock had been given. It only then sunk in for him. Somehow, someway this beast turned himself into a stand-in for his cock. A smug look was on the nameless demon's muzzle. One arm kept him propped up while the other began to stroke at his own chest, rubbing it harder and combing his claws through the fur.

Pitch was quickly rendered a moaning mess. The pleasure struck him hard and just as promised, it was stronger than anything ever felt before. Every little rub and scratch of the rough paw through the pelt was driving him crazy. He already felt close to an orgasm but the sensations continued to build, pushing him into an entirely new sort of pleasure.

Things would be different this time. Rather than spreading his influence thin to an entire village, he would contain himself this time, joining himself with the moaning feline. Already the rise of lust was giving him something to draw on. And the pleasure felt was shared between them. Acting as a cock now, everything he did to himself brought more of those feelings that they basked in together. A low growl of pleasure game from him as he gazed into his conjoined master's eyes. "Ooh... I'm your new cock now. Better get used to it..." While stroking his body even faster, thick musky saliva was seeping past his lips. But it wasn't exactly that, it was Pitch's pre, dribbling out from the canine's mouth.

Something about that excited Pitch and he began to understand. "Touch me," his new cock said, his voice low and lustful.

With a shaky breath, the cat reached over and touched his paws to the canine's body. He could feel it, not only the body itself but when stroking along the rough coat there was a throbbing against his fingers. The demon's body flexed, muscles rippled and more of the slick fluid oozed out onto his own body. HIs eyes trailed along and realized just how intricate the fusion was. From the broad chest downwards, the body was thinning out until it the very end could be seen jutting out of his stretched sheath. A body that was even bigger than his own, being stroked by him and receiving strong waves of pleasure from it.

A moan led to the canine opening his mouth, a splash of pre rushed out over his tongue. Gurgles and moans sounded as more of it rose from the throat and out of his open muzzle. It seemed that he made the right choice, Pitch seemed to have enough lust for the both of them. Most vessels were overrun with all the sensations that met them, but this cat was taking it all on and returning it in full. While getting his fill of lust, he kept his mouth open and let the sticky warm substance flow out of him. Simultaneous strokes at his sides made his body pulse hard, another low moan following.

Getting a handle on it all, Pitch began to purr, exploring his new living cock. Touching in certain sports brought more pleasure than others. Rubbing his chest brought steady waves but teasing one of the meaty nipples brought a flash of feelings that made the both of them shake. "Does that feel good? Gods, you're an eager slut, aren't you? From now on... you'll be my big, sexy dick..." They could feel each other becoming one. Desires, pleasures, and their bodies. It was becoming easier, knowing where just to pet and how slow or fast to do so. A surprise came in from a large clawed hand reaching out to stroke at him as well. As the rough hand rubbed at his own stomach, Pitch and his cock raised their voices acting together to juggle these feelings between the two, balancing and building upon each other.

Giving into it, the feline pulled his cock in closer. Both of his hands were teasing and rubbing all over it, whether it was the hellhound's influence or the simple desires that came from carnal pleasures, Pitch was consumed with giving himself more and more, wanting nothing more than to push himself into what was guaranteed to be his strongest orgasm ever.

But he was stopped, having his own arms being pinned down by the much thicker and heavier ones. Meeting him was a wide, toothy grin and a devious chuckle.

"W-what are you doing?" Pitch asked, his voice had an added desperation. The pleasure was almost too strong for him to comprehend and so close to the end, he could feel his balls pulsing, being just a bit more away from his release. In response there was just another chuckle.

"Hold still, master. I wanna cum all over you..." The hound began to pant and his face contorted into an expression of immense pleasure. Sticking out his tongue and with rolling eyes, its mouth opened wider just as seed rushed from the throat.

Just as it was for his cock, a wave of pleasure overcame him, almost too strong for him to handle. HIs vision blurred and his body pulsed as well. It was nearly unnoticed when the first load splattered onto his black pelt. With more of his senses returning, Pitch could feel it all. Not only the throbs that he came to expect but he could also feel the seed, his seed rushing through the demon's form. The thick warm fluid brought tingles as it rose higher until it reached the mouth, spurting out over the long tongue with force.

Each volley of cum came stronger than before, becoming fuller, thicker, and stickier. It came down and marked the cat's body, chest, face... The fluid just kept coming thanks to the slow expansion of the black furred balls, being morphed and expanded to meet the pleasure demon's needs. All Pitch could do was cry out with pure elation, his mouth quickly became full of his own seed and was gulped down, savoring the much stronger and addicting taste.

THe beast quickly eased its body down. Their shared orgasm was starting to wane but pressing their lips together brought another burst of pleasure. Moaning into each other's mouths and with eyes rolling in total bliss, each fat shot of seed was slurped down, reveling the strong bliss. It was a cycle of climatic high and deep warmth from swallowing down the potent loads. Needing to breathe, he pulled back and gasped while the last few ropes were unloaded onto his muzzle, marking him. The hell creature was panting as well, his breath heavy with the musky scent of fresh cum. Their shared body reeked of seed, being laced with the demon's influence. It clung to his pelt and brought a steady warmth akin to a blanket.

Being sated for the time being, his cock was winding down and wearing a smile of content. The haze of lust had fallen away but still lingered to a degree within Pitch. It was something akin to flowing in his veins, being something that he could feel within. HIs new partner settled down and laid his body over the cat's getting his own heated pelt sticky with the seed that came from him. It gave a small word of thanks before something new was happening to it. Slinking back, the large bulky body was being pulled into the sheath, where spent cocks were meant to go. Pitch watched in surprise as the large canine was easing itself into his sheath, it felt good and with the sliding in of the muzzle, his black furred sheath looked perfectly normal. Underneath were a pair of fat balls, decorated with red glowing lines.

WIth a deep sigh of satisfaction, he eased his sticky body up and stood. There was now an excitement within him. This was only the start and he was looking forward to what this new pact and bond could do for him. He embraced the absurdity of having a massive horned dog stuffed between his legs. Steady heat radiated from it, a constant reminder of its presence.

The seed that coated his body was scooped up and put into a container that would keep it preserved for further analysis. But for the time being, he was looking forward to the coming surprises, wanting to see them for himself...