[MG] Serious non-joke hellhound story

Tiger boy 02/09/17 (Thu) 21:56:53 ID: eddd86 No.261303
>>261230
This was a good chapter, I'm really impressed that you've been able to do one a day!

>Sure. Are they requests, or do you want to bounce off ideas to write something?

Requests, anyone can take a crack at these if they want (I love comfy, sappy/mushy stuff)

1. Hellhound returns home after long business trip to her husband and 3 pups

2. Guy returns home after business trip to find out that his Yeti wife had trouble sleeping without him

3. Guy befriends a Jinko while running one day. They become exercise partners and fall in love

4. Guy moves into a new apartment and feels like he's being watched. Eventually finds out its the Cheshire next door who has a crush on him

5. Guy is alone at a bar "celebrating" his ex-girlfriend moving the last of her stuff out of his place. Meets a nice Ushi-Oni who listens to him talk about what's on his mind

6. Guy gets set up on a blind date with a Ren Xiongmao by his Ryu boss

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	A pair of hinges squeaked over the rattle of a screen door. Three flashes of gray darted down the scratched linoleum ground. "Mama's Home!" cried out one of the flashes in excitement. Anon got up from his relaxed lying on the couch. The plastic cover clinged on to him as he peeled himself off of it.

	Anon's knee's popped as he stood up on his legs. He grunted as he twisted his back, loosening his frame up for the inevitable. He walked into the hallway leading up to the front door to see a trio of dark furballs bouncing up and down at the door. Small chips of green paint floated through the air displaced by their frantic tail wagging. Their paws scratched at the door, and echoed through the rest of the house.

	The door struggled to open, the group giving plenty of resistance. A much taller hellhound slips their way in through the meager crack they made in the door. She looked down at the pups and shouted, "Quit scratching the door unless if you want to buy a new one!"

	The three pups back away from the door, giving enough room for the mother to get inside with her briefcase. "Sorry Mama," they muttered in unison. They stared at their toes in shame, watching the green dust settle on their feet. Mama inched the last of what she had through the door, then shut it behind her. She glanced away from the children and saw Anon standing a few feet behind in the hallway. Her face lit up with a smile, along with fire in the corner of her eyes.

	"Hello there Lillian," said Anon, stepping forwards and greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. "How was your business trip?"

	Lillian threw her arms around Anon, and answered him with a tight hug. "Oh it was horrible," she said, burying her face in Anon's neck.

	"Aw, well I'm sorry to hear that. Will you ever have a good business trip?" asked Anon. He struggled getting his arms out from between them, then wrapped them around her. She shuddered as his hands gently stroked her head and back.

	"I don't think I ever will. They won't let me bring you to the hotel," she said. She let out a heavy sigh that rushed down Anon's neck and back. She then crushed him even more.

	"Mama, you're on fire again," exclaimed one of the pups. Embarrassment washed over her face as she looked down at the pup.

	Another one of them then asked, "When are you going to tell us why we do that? I do it all the time when I see this boy at school. It's driving me nuts Mama!"

	"I'll- I'll tell you when you're old enough," she said, trying to obscure the flames with Anon.

	"Why don't you go to the table. Dinner's almost ready," said Anon. He flicked his wrist, and the three little pups turned around and went out of sight.

	While the kids took their places at the table, she nibbled on Anon's ear. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to fucking destroy you," she seductively whispered in Anon's saliva-soaked ear.

	Anon's face flushes with red. "Ha ha, uh, pizza's in the oven," he nervously said.

	Lillian smiled, kissed Anon in the lips real quick, and giggled. They broke up the hug to get on with the evening. Anon turned around to go to the kitchen, then there was a very loud slap, followed by a sharp pain on his left cheek. Anon looked to his left side to see a smug grin on his wife's face. Anon's vision was blocked for a moment when she gently slapped Anon in the face with her soft and fluffy tail. She put a hip shake in each one of her steps as she headed off to the bedroom to put away her things.

	Anon bit his lip, and pretended he had a bad back in order to hide his true feelings in front of his daughters. Anon didn't have faith in his pant's ability to hide things. He walked forwards and took a right into the kitchen.  From his left, Anon heard one of the daughters ask loudly, "Did Anon do something bad Mama?"

	The wife called out from the bedroom, "Daddy did something naughty. I'll punish him more later tonight." Anon bent down a little further.

	"Ha! I bet daddy is going to get coal for Christmas because he's so mean," another one said.



	Before too long, almost all gathered at the table for dinner. Lillian came out of the bedroom and looked at them sitting at the table. She grabbed a remote off of the couch and brought it with her to the table. She pulled a wooden chair out from under it, and sat down to the left of Anon.

	"Mama, why is the table rising on your side?" asked on of the pups as she noticed the table starting to tilt.

	Anon and Lillian locked eyes, knowing exactly what was going on. Anon shifted around in his seat, stuffed it down between his thighs, and forced himself to sit uncomfortably while his legs kept it from springing back up. Lillian shook her head and pointed the remote at the TV.

	A relay in the aging plasma TV made a loud click, and soon, a broadcast was playing before them. They took the time to set their plates with slices while the audio finally tuned in to the video. There was an obese woman standing up at a podium in front of a crowd that only looked numerous from the camera angle. Her fat blue lips around her noise and cock hole smacked up and down as she spewed nonsense. "But one hundred weeks later, the hound of color is still not free," she shouted. The woman took a moment to brush her blue dyed hair out of her face so she could take a bite out of her hamburger. With a mouth full of food, she continued her speech, coating the microphone in front of her with droplets of grease. "One hundred weeks later, the life of the hound of color is still sadly crippled by the manacles of institutionalized monogamy and the chains of the church, or as I've recently taken to calling it, Orthodox Catholicism plus Ammit."

	"Fuck all that noise. Fuck all that noise," said Lillian as she picked the remote back up. Just as the speaker pushed her vintage style glasses back up on the bridge of her schnoz, the channel changed over to a broadcast of the original Titanic.

	"Mama, what does 'fuck' mean?" asked one of the pups, just now hearing the word for the first time.

	Lillian sat back in her seat, a little nervous that she unknowingly swore in front of her children. "It means I'll spank you if I catch you saying it," she quickly said. The three of them remained quiet from the threat of physical punishment.



	The rest of dinner wasn't too exciting. The usual chit-chat about how everything was going. The daughters were making good grades, and nothing bad happened while she was away. It was only a four day business trip, not much could happen in such a short time.

	"Alright. It's getting too late to stay up kiddos. School is still tomorrow," said Anon as he walked to the hall leading into their bedrooms.

	Anon opened the door and guided them into their room. "Good night," said Lillian, her head poking through the door.

	"Good night Mama," they said all at once.

	"I'll be in the shower Anon," said Lillian as she departed. The hall started to glow orange as she was out of view. Anon walked up to their large king-sized bed, and pulled the covers over them. He kissed each one on the forehead.

	"Good night. Daddy loves you," he said as he stood back up to the side of the bed. Anon walked out of the room, turned the light off, and silently shut the door. Finally, Anon was able to walk around without pretending to have an injured back.

	He skidded in his socks across the smooth floor, and used the door frame as a pivot. He used his momentum to sling himself into the bedroom. Anon shut the door and locked it to keep in potential intruders out. He walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets back. He sat down on the side of it and bent down, pulling his socks off. Lillian had just got in the shower, and Anon was taking his clothes off so he could go in and help her. Just the thought of rubbing her wet and slippery body in the shower got him excited.

	Anon balled up his clothes in a tight wad, and threw them into a laundry basket in the corner of the room. Then there was a loud bang that made Anon jump with fear and shock. Lillian had kicked open the bathroom door, and jumped to the bed. She intercepted Anon as she landed, grabbing him as she fell to the bed. She wasn't wet from the shower, but she wasn't wearing any clothes either.

	Anon opened his mouth to speak, but a tongue shot inside of it as another pair of lips connected to his mouth. Her slimy tongue slid around in his mouth, pushing up against his tongue in an oral wrestling match. "Mmh," she moaned in between the wet slopping. Anon relaxed as he got more comfortable. Lillian's smooth skin warmed him up while her soft fur protected him from from drafts of air. She felt soft and fragile while pressed up against his body, but Anon knew that was far from the truth. As she slowly slid her body up and down him, he could feel her excited end press down on his extension, and leave a wet and sloppy kiss.

	Slowly, Anon moved his arms up to her back, almost in a light hug. He gently moved his arms up and down, dragging his fingertips across her curved back. As Lillian moved upwards, Anon subconsciously pushed his hip up, keeping contact with her rear. Lillian took notice and broke her kiss. She pushed up with her arms, and stared down at Anon with a mischievous smile. She then pressed her cushioned paw on Anon's chest, and sat up straight.

	Lillian slid her hips back while putting her weight on Anon. She moved back onto Anon's thighs, keeping her paw on his chest. Her weight bent Anon's dick at a square angle and caused Anon to want to push up into her from feeling the pressure. When she made it all the way back, Anon's dick sprung out from under her, and shot straight back up.

	Lillian looked down at the spectacle and giggled. "My my, aren't you perverted?" she said while slowly sliding back forwards again. She stopped her journey forwards much sooner, sitting on Anon's length, aiming it in front of her. She then rocked her hips side to side before picking her waist up. Anon's dick spring upwards, pointing right at the target. Lillian took her hand, reached behind and grabbed hold of its base. She angled to where she felt her own entrance, and slowly descended.

	Anon felt her maw bite down on his tip. Not even an inch in, and it was already like a vice. It was also very warm inside of her, a heat between welcoming and scalding. Lillian sighed with relief as she let herself just drop onto Anon, impaling herself on his dick. Anon felt perfectly at home parked in his wife, his eyelids half closed from the familiar sensation of being completely engulfed. It would soon end, as Lillian was going to deliver on her promise.

	Lillian clamped her thighs around one of Anon's legs while she picked up the other and hugged it, resting part of his calf on her shoulder. She then rocked her hips back and fourth, quickly fucking Anon with her cock starved hole. Each trust made the bottom of her pelvis collide with Anon's own, causing his body to bounce and jiggle on the mattress.

	In and out, in and out, and Anon felt his dick welling up inside of her. The ridges in her cunt rubbed up against Anon's head, making it burn constantly with movement. Her grip was even made tighter by the suction, the airtight seal keeping the vaccum strong, collapsing her insides down around his shaft.

	Anon looked up at her eyes. They were burning, and stared down at him like a predator does their prey. They were almost insane, and grew even wilder the more she dove down into her carnal desires. Soon, her current rate wasn't enough. She started upping up on Anon's leg, forcing him into her faster. She sped up her hip thrusting too as she was starting to feel heated from Anon's stiff bone. It had been days since she had got her last filling of Anon's energy, and she wasn't going to go to bed hungry.

	Anon felt like he was on fire. Her cunt gripped down very tightly on him, and pressed its defined details against his sensitive tip. Slop was starting to drip from their connection and coat their waists, resulting in a wet smack every time Lillian cycled. Still holding on to Anon's leg, Lillian pressed her weight down on it, and leaned above Anon. She lowered her breasts onto Anon's face while she continued to pound away at Anon with her hips.

	Barely able to collect himself, Anon was able to focus just enough to get one of the nipples in his mouth. His staggered breathing made him suck in pulses. "Ahh! Yes!" shouted Lillian in between panting. Her breast lactated out in spurts as Anon put uneven suction and demand on her nipple. While Anon drank up greedily, he used a free hand to grope the other breast. He fondled with the soft and warm ball of flesh in his hand, and rolling her hard nipple in between his pointer and thumb.

	The extra stimulation only encouraged Lillian to speed up. She was running on the home stretch, her mind lost to the pleasure of fucking Anon and wanting to reach the logical conclusion as soon as possible. Her pace quickened, and her thrusts became more jarring. The headboard of the bed thumped against the wall as she slammed her hips against Anon's.

	Anon was approaching the end of the road as well. The inevitable was coming, as he could feel the release running up to his tip. Anon did everything in his power to hold back and squeeze his prostate shut, knowing that there was no turning back after that. Once he would give, it would come flowing out. His whole lower region felt like it was hard from the squeezing, yet tender from the pounding at the same time.

	He thought he was doing better at holding back this time, but it was all over shorty as the breasts were yanked upwards from his mouth and hand. Anon looked up to see a hellhound on top of him, quivering and arched back. Flames shot out of her eyes like a volcano erupting. Lillian cried in orgasm, pulled back while her core reflexively tightened all the way down on Anon, squeezing his dick like a tin can. While under enormous pressure, Lillian slammed her waist into Anon at full force. To help drive Anon's point home, she pulled up as hard as she could on his leg. The force from the knock sent a pressure wave directly into Anon's prostate like a driver meeting a golf ball. As he released, Lillian pulled back again with the high pressure squeeze, creating a powerful vacuum.

	Anon's dick felt like it had been dipped in magma as Lillian's cunt drew out his semen out. She slammed him hard after hesitating to feel out her orgasm a couple of more times before Anon had been wrung dry. Her body relaxed and she fell atop of Anon as her orgasm ended. Both of them were heavily panting on each other as they lied motionless on the bed.

	Once Lillian came back to her senses, she pulled the blanket over them and set herself next to Anon. She reached her paws and legs over to Anon,and wrapped them around his back. She squeezed down, trapping Anon in a hug. A comfy prison he would never consider escaping from.

	Anon squeezed his arms around her too. He tilted his head up to face Lillian, and kissed her on the bottom of her chin. She responded by hugging tighter, and pressing Anon's face into her breast by pushing the top of his head down with the same chin. She shut her eyes and patted Anon on the back of his head, very much like Anon does to her.

	The breathing slowed down to where it was just barely audible. They were lying perfectly still in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. Anon couldn't move after being pounded as hard as he was, and Lillian didn't want to move. The room was now dark again, as Lillian's flames subsided and offered no glow.

	"Are you going to leave the shower on?" said Anon, muttering a question into her chest. Anon reached up and patted her right between the ears.

	"I only turned on cold," she said, not moving an inch from her position.