Damnation and Salvation

Pt. 1

Illuminated by little more than the dim light of a cigarette and the much harsher glare of a smart phone, a young man leaning against a dead light pole maintains the frown on his face that's been there since... dunno, he was born? He sighs.

His entire form is covered by a black coat, something he thought looked cool in his youth and now is little more than a shield keeping the world from turning it's gaze on him. He grimaces when the cigarette burns down to the filter and spits it onto the ground, grinding it to dust on his boot. Lit now only by his phone screen he scrolled to stave off the immediate urge to chain smoke. Girls with horns, girls with tails, those annoying fucking "Hellhound" things he keeps hearing about... disgusting. How could they flaunt themselves like that?

"Cause it's fun!" a voice barks in his ear from nowhere, making him jump so hard he almost changes art styles. He whips around and finds himself face to dimly lit muzzle. Squinting his eyes he makes out fur the color of... damnation? Flame the color of... salvation. Ah, fuck. "Fuck off, mutt." the man mutters, turning back to his phone. The Hound just grins behind him, teeth shining in light that isn't there as she shoves her nose against his neck instead, smelling loudly. "Nooope! You smell good, lil sis~" The man bristled.

"Lil sis... the fuck!? Your eyes defective, beast?!" he yelled, whipping around, trying to glare at the hound in the absence of any light beyond her own flame. The Hound just grinned and smacked the light pole, the dead thing firing on even in absence of a bulb or electricity. "Nope! The only thing defective here is your brain if you think you're a big sister, ya silly slut." The Hound responded in a sing song voice. The man pulled his black jacket collar up to hide the color forming on his cheeks. "S-shut the fuck up." he sputtered.

"Ooooh, gosh. You wanna hurry up and just break both of your dumb eggs at once? Reacting like that just makes Big Sis wanna slam her cock through your ears until she has to remind you how to reaaaad~" the Hound whined, rubbing her thighs together lewdly, a sharp grin on her face. The man sputtered and eventually growled, turning on his heel and stomping away. He looked over his shoulder only to confirm the hound wasn't following, and saw only a slowly vanishing into the air smug grin in the slowly dying light pole. He shuddered. "Go back to your world..."

Eventually he found his way to a dimly lit bridge overlooking an empty highway. Fighting his pack of smokes out he smacked the final stick out, throwing the trash onto the highway and fishing for his lighter. Empty. Fuck. He settled for just staring at his litter, unlit cancer on his lips. He thought about bringing his phone back out, but it would still be on those girls... He sighed deeply, encounter with the Hellhound still playing in his mind. Fucking... horrible beasts, nothing more than Id with paws. He couldn't stand them, they were just... "Everything you wish you haaaaaaaad~?" a familiar voice sung into his ear. "Stop reading my mind!" the man shouted, spinning around to be face to face with the same hound from before. "I'm not! I'm reading your narration, dummy. It's oddly deep for a little sister."

"Wh... just fuck off and leave me alone!" "Like what you want all the humans to do?" The man frowned and turned away, pulling his coat up over his cheeks again, armor protecting him from all eyes. Except hers. "It's okay, you little sister brained dummy." she says, patronizingly patting him on the head like a confused child. "I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand anything, much less what you actually want." she said, smug confidence in her voice like water working it's way into the cracks of his armor and eroding it rapidly.

"Well... then what DO I want, oh great 'Big Sister'?" he asked, trying to keep an edge to his voice that was no longer there. "Right now? To have something between your lips to suck on, duh." The Hound grinned, poking the tip of his cigarette with a superheated claw. The man choked on his suddenly lit cigarette for a moment. It... tasted like Honesty, which was weird, since the hound's flame was colored like Salvation. He decided not to think about it and to just turn away, eyes focused on the lone big rig barreling down the road below them.

He paid no mind to how unfitting his jacket was becoming, as though his shape was shifting beneath it the longer he smoked. "Beyond that, you horrible beast. You seem to know what I don't know about me, so tell me!" he demanded, stomping his foot childishly. His boot nearly came off of his foot after this but he continued to pay it no mind as The Hound looked down at him with a wild grin on her face. "You want to be a bratty little sister, you thoughtless fucktoy!" she howled, words and voice piercing through his coat and heart.

"W-why would I want to do that!?" he howled back, stomping again, cheeks visibly burning as his jacket began to slide off of more slender shoulders, trying desperately to push how much more jiggle his body underneath it has after that stomp. "I'unno. Cause it's what you are?" Big Sis shrugs, reaching down to grip at a pair of freshly grown puppy ears. A shockingly feminine moan escaping a pair of lips that are slowly elongating into a muzzle. "Your soul cries out to be a terrible little brat and get fucked stupid."

The... man? swats Big Sister's paw away with his? own, blinking and staring at the new furry appendage. Bright pink squishy beans, things that feel even more dexterous than a disgusting human hand could be despite looking like it is lesser... a bright bubbly feeling in his? chest "What'd you dooo to me, big sis?!" the girl shrieks, voice so shrill that the windows of a passing car wobble. The jacket begins to smolder from a burgeoning flame beneath it, bright shining fur of insincerity spreading rapidly across soft, fuckable flesh.

"Got tired of watching you be a less fun kind of brat and crushed your eggs in my paw. Be grateful." the Hound answers, grinning at the sight of the burning black jacket. "Grateful!? You did it against my will! That's awful! I haaaaate you!!!" the brat whines, smacking her paws uselessly against her big sister's breasts, before instinctively gripping and squeezing them with a silly smile on her face. In that same moment the jacket explodes into ashes, Honesty colored flame burning bright from Insincere fur. Big Sis just sighs, grips her bratty little sister's skull and throws her into the air screaming. She shoots back down to Earth and lands pussy first on big sister's red rocket, howling and drooling and cumming the last remnants of her humanity violently out of her.