Refuse and Get out of there!

"Like fuck I would ever agree to what you say demon. I know that you're up to something and I'm not staying around to find out what!" You snap at her.

Circe's face contorts into an angry sneer, but before you could hear her retort, you turn and run, kicking the door behind you as you go. You're absolutely positive that not only is the demon dangerous and up to no good, but you do not want to be near her long enough for her to work her magic. So you run as quickly as possible through the ruined, damp corridors of the hall. You stop briefly to listen for pursuit and hear nothing before slowing. Perhaps she decided that you weren't worth the effort, or was surprised by you bolting so quickly. Regardless, you know that you don't want to risk it. Something tells you that demon isn't going to leave just because you ran away and it's time to cut your losses and run.

You briskly make your way to the exit of the ruined keep. When you finally reach the exit, you push on the solid wooden door and see Circe standing there outside the door. Although still fully naked, you gawk in surprise at her somehow beating you to the door. You and your men explored the ruins vigorously and there was no way you didn't take the quickest path there.

Before you can react, she steps forward and slaps you across the face. The **** of the slap sends you careening back into the hall and onto the ground. Your face stings from where she hit you, but there's also something else. A strange tingling sensation begins to emanate out from the reddening site of impact. It quickly spread across your entire body and suddenly your entire body spasms. An intense pain floods through you like which you've never known as you feel your whole body twist and contort. Your mouth opens in a wordless scream of pain.

You just barely manage to gasp out "What...?" before you find that your groans of pain come out more as gasps of agony as the air is forcibly expelled from your lungs each time you attempt to breathe.

Circe sneers at you writhing in pain on the ground. "It's simple. Dog. From our short interactions together, I have learned that not only are you a lustful dog who cheats and blackmails women into sex, but also a cowardly dog who runs away with his tail between his legs at the first sign of danger. Now, I can get behind lustful intentions, but I prefer those who are a bit more...Honest about it. Regardless, what I going to do is simply give you a form that's a bit more reflective of your person."

You barely perceive her words as the contortions of your body become even more dramatic. your legs forcibly push underneath your body and you feel your body heave against your clothing. The entirety of your body becomes itchy and you desperately claw off your clothing for some sort of relief. As your clothes are removed, you see small rust-colored hairs sprout all across your skin. Alongside them were much longer black hairs that quickly covers your whole body. You look on in horror as your face stretches forward with an uncomfortable crunch and your teeth grow, becoming sharp and crowding your mouth. Your body heaves forward as your legs contort and stretch strangely under you. Your eyes itch and burn and each time you blink, you find your vision shifting. It's almost like someone took all of the colors and washed them out. Reds and oranges fade to gray, Yellows turn paler, the green grass outside turns to nearly white. Even Circe looming above you seems to have her colors washed out. The vibrant blue that was her hair before is now a shade of cyan and her burning eyes become dark and ominous.

The pain burning through your body slowly subsides outside of a throbbing pain jutting out of your tailbone. However, even that starts to subside as you find yourself with an extra appendage. A Tail! You try to stand, but find that your digitigrade legs are unfamiliar and foreign and you lurch forward onto four legs. You look down at your hands and find that paws are now where your hands used to be. Your entire body is now completely covered in a thick black coat of fur and an underlayer of rust-colored short fur underneath. A dog...She turned you into a dog!

"-ah haff ooh done!" You try to speak, but find it to be a laborious affair. However, you are a little surprised to find that you can speak at all. It might take a while to relearn how to shape the words. Small fortunes you suppose.

Circe looks down at you with a cruel gaze, "I have only turned your outward appearance to match your true self. You should be thankful. I could have turned you into an imp, or something even more pathetic like a worm. I settled for a hellhound. At least now you can be useful to me."

Anger and indignation well up inside of you. She may have turned you into an oversized dog, but you are a very large dog. A very large dog with sharp claws and teeth. You may not have full control over your faculties yet, but you can certainly still throw your weight around, attack her, maybe bite her. You aren't sure if you would actually pose a threat, but one last stand might be worth it to avoid a lifetime of servitude to Circe. You feel the fur on the back of your neck stand and your mouth curls into a snarl as you bare your teeth at her angrily. The sound of the deep rumble of your growl sounds surprisingly natural to your canine ears.

Her cruel smirk quickly collapses into a frown as she realizes what you're planning. "Don't even think about it, Dog. If you choose to bite the hand that will be feeding you, then you'll find yourself in my kennel...As a Breeding Bitch. You should be grateful that I didn't simply do that in the first place and kept you male."

Her threat cuts through your rage like a knife and you feel your whole body go cold at the prospect. It's true. While you haven't "checked out" your equipment down there yet. It is undeniable that she left you as a male. With what power she has over your body with just a touch. There was no doubt in your mind that she could alter that as well if she pleased. A fiend of her caliber would take multiple very skilled people to defeat. Not just one man...dog...Hellhound...whatever you are now with a vendetta. Whatever your opinion on the naked demon before you; there can be no doubt that you have lost this encounter. At least going along with her now might possibly give you a chance to escape in the future...Although to what end in this form is unknown. For now, you grit your formidable canines and scoff irritably at the fiend as you attempt to **** your anger back down, "-ine...aht nah?"...It'll also give you a chance to re-learn how to talk with your new features.

"What now?" Circe relaxes as your threatening posture dissipates. "Now you come with me and we can get you settled in as my new pet. Don't worry...I'm sure that you'll find at least some satisfaction in your new role."

She lifts her fingers and snaps two of them together as she teleports both you and herself into your new life as Circe's Pet Hellhound...

A Few months pass...At least, you think it's been a few months. Time is hard to gauge in Circe's hell dimension. Especially in your cell. However, you find that it isn't as bad as you might think. You're constrained to a cell, yes, but it is quite spacious. There's also plenty of time to practice and test out your new body. You find it easier to see in the dark and can hone in your acute hearing on rats scurrying around your cell. Your body is stronger than it was before and quite fast as well with plenty of room to run around your room. Over time, speaking became easier and you're pretty sure that you can speak almost normally now. Some words give you problems still, but only ones that require a lot of lip manipulation.

There are some drawbacks. The biggest one is that you're always so bored now. The dark cell gives next to no stimulation and you find yourself idly chewing on bones or exploring the reaches of your cell most of the time. Your instincts and desires have also been turned up to become nearly irresistible. It wasn't apparent at first, but as time went on you found yourself becoming more and more of a **** to your desires. Raw meat? It was disgusting at first, but now just a regular part of your day. When you get angry your voice releases a loud growl and a deep bellowing bark. Initially, you were afraid that eventually, you would simply become a mindless animal. However, after a month or so the urges and your sensibility reached a balance.

You rarely see Circe. When you do, it's often to do her bidding by either threatening or intimidating a subordinate or whatever other thing she needs a hellhound for. While you were **** to at first, as time went by you found that she rewarded you for being good. Often the reward was better food or entertainment and occasionally trips outside of your cell into the strange hellish place that was Circe's domain.

Speaking of entertainment...A clamor catches your attention near the front of your cell. The shout of a woman marks your reward for services to Circe. From your perch in the darkness, you see the kennel guards throw a woman into our cell. Her skin is an almond color and she has long black hair. A tattered dress covers her body and heavy manacles keep her hands close in front of her. By the time she gets to her feet and clutches at the door to push it back open, the guards have already re-locked it.

"Please! Let me out!" She shouts at them with a strange and enticing accent. However, they ignore her. With a defeated sigh, she collapses against the bars of the cell.

A thrill of excitement wells up in your chest. It has been several days since Circe has given you something to play with. As you imagine what you're going to do with your new toy, the excitement in your chest turns into an unbidden growl of excitement and your canine starts stiffening and sliding out of its sheath between your hind legs.

The low growl catches the attention of the woman who turns to face you. A fearful look crosses her face as she sees your eyes glowing from the torchlight outside of your cell. She slowly climbs to her feet and raises her palms up in front of her and breathes cautiously "Good dog....Nice dog..."

An irritated growl escapes your chest as you quickly approach her, "Not a dog..."

Your movements **** her back away from the door and deeper into your cell and the darkness as she tries to maintain her distance. "Okay! Okay...Not a dog. Just don't eat me..." Defenseless, her eyes scream fearfully that you're going to pounce on her and rip out her throat.

However, that isn't something that you plan on doing yet. At least not until you had your fun. You growl and bare your teeth at her "Not eat..."

"If you're not going to eat me...then what are you...O-Oh.." Her eyes catch sight of your erect member hanging turgidly between your rear legs and silhouetted against the torchlight coming from outside of the cell. It angles down towards the floor and is slightly bulbous near the base before disappearing into a furry sheath. she gasps in realization "N-No! Never!"

You growl and bare your teeth at her as a warning. "Seems like you have little choice."

With a twist, the woman turns and attempts to run farther into the darkened cell, but you're already ready for her movements and jump forward. Your sharp teeth sink into the skirt of her dress that lags behind her a little and you pull sharply. The fabric rips, but it's enough on the uneven surface to cause the woman to stumble forward onto her face. Before she has a chance to recover, you're on top of her. Your large paws press your weight against her upper back as you pull her dress up and away from her hips. "Stop!" she gasps and pushes back against your weight, but is powerless to stop you. You lift a leg and try to dig your hind claws into her underwear to pull them off and after a few attempts and a few scraped along her leg, the fabric gets caught and pulled down to her knees.

Normally you would take your time and have some foreplay first, but it's been some time since you last had a chance to relieve your urges. With a growl, you thrust forward, pushing your rigid canine cock along her slit. It takes a few more thrusts before the spaded tip of your length finds her entrance. You feel her body tense up underneath you and hear a few **** whimpers, but with your weight on her upper body, there's little she can do other than lay face down and arse up as you thrust forward and hilt your length inside of her."Yes..." You hiss victoriously at the feeling of her vagina wrapped around your length.

"Please...stop! Just...I'll do whatever else you want...Just stop!" You see tears in the woman's eyes under you, but you aren't sure you could even stop yourself if you wanted to at this point. The more bestial side of your new nature takes over and begins spearing his length deep into her body again and again. The first few thrusts were rough with little lubrication, but it isn't long before her pussy starts becoming wet with arousal...to protect herself if nothing else... You feel the moistness grow from deep within her depths to engulfing your engorged length in a matter of minutes, but your sensitive nose detects it almost immediately. The sickly sweet scent of arousal only serves to embolden you. As you eagerly rut into your new toy, her dress slowly shifts up towards her shoulders which exposes more of her smooth back. With your free paw, you push the fabric up closer to her head and not only free her tits, but restrict the movements of her arms and body even more.

Her channel becomes slick with her juices and the sounds of your eager cock sliding deep into her fill the cell. You keep growling in pleasure as each time you hilt yourself inside of her a wave of pleasure runs through your loins and her whimpers of fear slowly turn to pleasure. However, her pleasure wasn't something you were interested in at the moment. You feel a rising pleasure in your loins and your body pumps more blood to your shaft as the base of it starts to grow in anticipation of your release. Your growing knot stretches the entrance of her vagina and it becomes harder to pull it out with each thrust into her. Finally with a loud growl of pleasure, you **** your knot into her channel one last time and pump into her quickly with vigorous hard thrusts. The woman gasps in surprise and discomfort at the intrusion, "ah! No...Too big! Too big!"

The knot on your cock means that even if she wasn't pinned under you, there was little she could do to remove your cock from inside of her. You ignore her protests as you finally reach your peak. your body shudders in pleasure you give a hard thrust deep into her. Your length shoots a flood of warm seed deep inside of her with each pulse and wave of pleasure that runs through you. With your knot sealing the only way out, you feel your warm cum filling the remaining spaces inside of her and leaving your still rigid cock surrounded by warmth.

As you collapse against her and enjoy the afterglow of your orgasm, you wonder if your human half will ever go away. You wonder if the balance between Human and Demon will remain, or if your human self will slowly be consumed by the form that you are now. However, none of that matters at the moment. You can't help but feel content with the toy that Circe gave you. You'll continue playing with her and using her for your pleasure until you get hungry, or she gets taken away. As long as you keep being obedient, Circe will keep rewarding you. Circe will take care of you.

Circe is a good master.