The Demon's Way

The vampires sold the lot of us to some kind of demon who ran a sort of underground demonic pet shop. I was separated from the rest of the pack and taken to a small row of cages with several other species of demon and were beasts.



It took me two days to realize that I was in some kind of demonic brothel. Vampires and other demons brought their, for lack of a better word, pets to the shop to breed or be bred by a demon of the same species. If it weren’t for my wolf’s sense of smell and hearing, I probably never would have realized what was going on, but it could hear the sounds of the entering pets calling for a mate, and it could smell lust on the leashed ones and fear on the caged ones. The knowledge helped to mentally prepare me for what was to come, but I’m not sure I was any happier to have it.



I had only been in the place for a week before someone purchased me. I think the shop owner had been starting to regret his decision to place me in the breeding section, because he spoke harshly to me in a strange dialect and kicked at my cage when he fed me. If he fed me. Then again, though, he didn’t treat any of the other creatures better, but I hadn’t seen any of them going for a week without a purchase either. I think the owner had assumed my size would make me ideal for dominant females or something. Of course, it wasn’t always for breeding purposes, and sometimes a lusty demon or vampire would stop buy just to screw something different, I guess. Still, it seemed that whether it was for themselves or for their pets, no one wanted to breed with someone as scrawny as me, or even to let them screw me. I had thought I’d at least get a quick fuck out of the whole ordeal, but now it seemed like I wasn’t even going to get that.



It turned out that I was going to get exactly that, unfortunately. I was going to get fucked. It had been four days without food when my buyer showed up, and with my wounds I was pretty weak. It was hard to focus on what they were saying while I drifted in and out of consciousness, but there was something familiar about the scent of this particular purchaser, this particular vampire, that made me take notice. I heard him ask if I’d even been taken by a male before, and I heard the owner reply that he didn’t think I had. And then I tried to turn my head to look at the person who was buying me, and everything swirled to black.

I suppose I shouldn’t have been too worried. If the man had tried to screw me in the shape I was in I wouldn’t have been conscious enough for it anyway. Maybe it would have been better if I’d been taken right then, because I never would have remembered it, but instead I assume the man paid a rather hefty sum for me and left. Whatever happened, I woke up to find a bowl of raw meat in front of me, and the wolf was devouring it before the human could even wonder why it was there, or why it was being constantly refilled. I was lucky that I hadn’t been sold as a delicacy, because I’m sure the wolf would have kept eating until I was fat enough to feed a family of five. Or… a coven, I suppose. What the hell did vampires form, anyway?



The vampire left me alone for four days, and it wasn’t until I found myself howling at the moon that I realized he was probably going to return during the full moon, when I would be most susceptible to my demonic side. The next night my suspicions were confirmed as the owner packed me up in a large crate and wheeled me out into a waiting truck, and then into a strange new building that reeked of vampires. I was hungry, having not been fed all day, and energized to hunt by the moon. The tension and anxiety in me was driving the wolf insane, and by the time we arrived at our destination I was pacing my cage, growling, and the demon almost had complete control. I was so far out of it that I couldn’t make out what the owner and my buyer were saying, though later I would remember it perfectly.



“He’s lively tonight, my lord. Are you sure you don’t wish him to be sedated? This will be his first time submitting to another male. He will fight if he’s not sedated, and the ordeal will be harder on him. He could hurt your pet, or he could get hurt. I wouldn’t want you to lose your investment.”



“I wish him luck in hurting my whelp- that idiot’s tough as nails. As to getting hurt, I’ve trained my boy better than that. He won’t get anything more than some scratches and love bites.”



“He’ll fight tooth and nail.”



“Good. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings about what’s going on here. Now send ‘im in before he rips the bars off of that cage. My pet’s anxious to meet his new pet.”



I growled low in my throat, as the crate started moving as it was pushed up against a wall with an opening to another cage. I tensed as they started to open the door. The wolf was in control and it could smell the pheromones of the other male, and it wasn’t going down without a fight. My body tensed, ready to pounce into the battle, when breeze from the room hit me square in the face and I realized the other demon wasn’t a wolf at all.



It was a hyena.



My body shook and the wolf backed into a corner, growling in fear. I might have had a shot against another wolf, but the hyena would tear me to shreds even if I did submit. The wolf looked around frantically, hoping for some way to escape.



But something shoved hard against my back and, unprepared, I fell through the door and it was slammed behind me. I darted across the room and tried to find something to hide under, but there was no luck; the room was bare. I snarled, backing into a corner as I frantically looked for my opponent.



The hyena was huge. Not that I had come up against many wolves that actually look small compared to me, simply that this demon was actually larger than most of the wolves I had come up against. Standing up straight it was probably a full foot taller than me, and with broad shoulders and a mass of heavy fur he just looked huge compared to me.



I snarled fiercely, backing as far as I could into my corner, but the hyena would not be deterred. He pounced on me, knocking me out of the corner and dragging me into the center of the room. I struggled, but I was no match for the bigger monster.



Once I was away from any kind of shelter, the hyena released me and began to circle me. I knew what was coming next. Werewolves and other demons might not take everything from the habits of their animal counterparts, but almost all demons required some show of submission to the stronger demon. I tried to run away from the hyena once and received a sharp nip to the neck before I was flung back where he had put me. He overcame me so easily that the wolf knew it had no chance of fighting and surrendered, prostrating my body on the ground, belly up, and waiting for the larger male to perform a show of dominance.



The hyena didn’t keep me waiting. Almost immediately he padded up and began sniffing my neck. The wolf put my head back, exposing my tender neck and belly to the jaws of the larger demon. The hyena could have easily ripped my throat out, but instead he firmly took my throat in his jaws. I could feel his sharp teeth pressing against my skin and his hot breath on my fur-covered flesh, but I remained completely still and limp. Fighting this really would get me ripped apart.



The show of dominance lasted a few minutes until the hyena was sure that I would not fight it, and then he released me and backed up a few steps. The wolf got me to stand up, although the human in me wanted to remain on the floor shivering in fear. Did you know that a hyena can eat right through the bones of a zebra? I felt like a marshmallow peep, for all I could do to protect myself.



The wolf, though, knew that the only way to ensure future safety was to assert my submissiveness, if that makes any sense. Before the human in me had managed to crawl out of the fetal position, the wolf in me was licking at the hyena’s neck and face, with my tail lowered and my stomach rubbing against the floor. I was even whining softly, with a “Please don’t eat me” tone to it. The hyena, with his ears up and his tail high in a show of confidence, sniffed me all over, even taking the liberty of sticking his nose into my crotch. Wolves don’t do that generally, but I knew better than to freak out with the hyena’s powerful jaws were so close to my manhood. Being a eunuch certainly wouldn’t help me with my plan for not being the bitch for the rest of my life.

Unfortunately, the hyena didn’t seem to keen on helping me with that plan either. Once he finished sniffing me and rubbing his scent all over my body to mark me as one of his pack, he got behind me and prepared to mount.

I don’t know who flipped out first, the human or the wolf. All I know is this; one of us panicked, turned and snarled at the hyena, and in the next instant I was on my back with the hyena’s teeth firmly grasping my throat while he humped me from the front. The human went back into the fetal position, and the wolf realized what a terrible mistake it had made and started whining submissively. The hyena held me a few more moments and I got to feel those sharp teeth against my neck once again before he released me. The wolf tensed, knowing that the usual punishment for a rejection of dominance like this was a show of dominance, which usually meant some pretty painful bites. The wolf was a little surprised when the hyena moved downward to nose at my crotch again and the wolf realized that the hyena was going to mark me as its mate. That wasn’t terribly shocking, since mate in the general demon circle just means that I would be his bitch and his only bitch until the next full moon, when he could choose to keep or reject me. Still, being taken as a mate meant getting some pretty serious bites to the thighs since the mating was only official if the hyena took my blood. Still, the wolf knew that resisting was pointless and would only mean stronger bites and more severe damage, so it held still while the hyena mouthed my groin and eventually started biting my thighs.



The wolf and human were both a little shocked at how gentle the bites were. Remember how a hyena can eat bones? And yet the hyena barely even broke the skin, and only made me bleed in one spot. After a few bites that were barely enough to make the wolf yelp, the hyena backed off and let the wolf stand. The wolf counted itself as lucky, and the human in me wondered at the hyena. There was something strangely gentle about the creature, especially considering the ferocity of its species. There was something familiar about it, but it was hard to place with the fur that came just to the edge of its face and the slightly protruding muzzle. I realized with a start that the hyena hadn’t fully transformed into its were-form, and more startling was the fact that neither had I. I think now that knowing that I was going to have to face the hyena had forced my human part to stay awake to help deal with the threat, which wouldn’t allow me to undergo a full change into my werewolf form. At the time, though, I was flabbergasted.



Not flabbergasted enough, however, to allow the hyena to mount me without so much as a whimper. As he tried to get behind me, I turned to face him and whined, but it only got me a fierce nip on the shoulder and a powerful swat that turned me around. I crouched down, whimpering as he mounted me and bit down on the back of my neck. In the next instant he thrust into me, and the wolf snarled at the burning sensation, but the human in me recognized that the thing inside me was a lot slicker than precum would make it.



It was over in a matter of minutes, which isn’t surprising considering that the were-species, being partly animals, don’t feel the pleasure of sex as acutely as humans, so there’s no reason to prolong the encounter. The hyena came with a chilling yip and pulled out of me, falling to the side panting. The wolf, sore and frightened but still submissive, slid up beside him and, after a few submissive licks to his face, fell asleep pressed up against the hyena.