A Pack of Hound Rapi!

Luna practically jumped out of her skin as she felt something brush against her shoulder. She turned to look only to finder herself face to face with the saliva-dripping dog of a hound Rapi. It’s eyes were the same faded, soulless yellow as those of the more humanoid variety and, while it might’ve just been the lighting or the circumstance, it seemed to Luna that there was something strikingly sinister about them. The hound Rapi seemed to be gloating over her—its new found prey.

Luna struggled to snap herself out of her panic. She’d never been this close to a Rapi before. She needed to do something, she needed to escape, run away as far as her legs could carry her and as fast as possible, but for some reason she couldn’t will herself to move. As she panicked, Luna slowly became aware that the closest hound Rapi was flanked by several others, likely four or five, but she wasn’t exactly about to count them all. For some reason, the leader hadn’t moved, but its tentacles were raised, pointed directly at Luna’s head and chest and, looking down below, Luna could see that its abnormally shaped member was erect as well.

The lead hound Rapi was larger than the others, and seemed to hold itself more upright. It’s coloration was richer as well, with patches of what could almost be considered a Royal purple mixed in with the normal sickly shade of the other Rapi.

As she stared, the leader hound pulled back its lips to show its teeth, giving a snarl, then a short bark, almost like a command. The pack behind it began to move, fanning out and stepping forward as though to circle Luna.

At this point, Luna had had enough. She finally found the will power to tear herself free from her terror, pulling herself to her feet and turning with the intention of running as far away as she could. The Rapi were ready, however, and without need for a command, spurt after spurt of Rapi cum was sent flying at Luna.