Another Strange Pet

Alyosha laid back on his bed, knees bent and his spell book propped up on them.

He enjoyed reading and he found that reading aloud better than reading silently. So what if Belial had told him not to read from the book?

The Rus had never been one for rules. He was quite happy to ignore what the man had told him to do in favour of doing the complete opposite so he could carry on reading his book.

He murmured the words lowly to himself, stroking the old pages idly.

What sort of spell was this, he wondered.

Every piece of electrical equipment in the room flickered on and off, the lights shuddered as the air was filled with a low rumbling noise which caused the room to vibrate with energy.

Unknowingly the Necromancer had summoned another creature, not a zombie or a Demon, though he had pulled it straight out of Hell.

The room darkened despite the light entering though the windows.

As the air thickened the darkness started to construct a shape, swirling together as it thickened and became solid.

Within a few moments the large creature stood snarling in the center of the room.

Standing at it's full height its head stood above six feet off the ground.

It looked around, its glowing red eyes landing on the necromancer, it had muscular legs and a large chest with a narrow waist, its pitch black fur was pulled tightly over protruding ribs.

It had long pointed ears, and a narrow face which could be likened to that of a jackal and a mane of black fur.

The creature's most disturbing feature was the exposed skull which sat upon its head, clearly showing off the rows of razor sharp teeth which lined its mouth

Alyosha's muttering paused when the bedside lamp began to flicker.

What the- There wasn't a storm out; the lights had no reason to flicker like that.

He sat up, closing the book gently and setting it aside, staring at the darkness as it began to shift and swirl. That definitely wasn't normal.

His lips parted as the dark began to solidify into a distinctly canine shape. It was smaller than him, though not by much. Far bigger than any dog he had ever seen.

Though it didn't look as hideous as some of the dogs he had seen. It had an exposed skull but otherwise its fur was sleek and smooth; no gaping wounds or bones piercing its flesh.

Alyosha stood slowly and took a step towards the creature.

He had learned in the past that not all scary looking creatures wanted to harm others. Would this one be the same? He'd find out.

The Rus held a hand out, waiting for the creature to do something.

The Hell hound growled as the man stood, his eyes following him carefully, the red irises glowing brightly.

Its head tilted slightly as the man held out his hand. His head leaned in forward and he took in deep inhales of the man's hand.

The scent was already known to him, he had smelled it when he was being torn out of Hell.

...Magister...

It spoke mentally, the word reaching into Alyosha's mind.

The hound sat down as his long, black, pointed tongue lapped over the man's hand, leaving behind a trail of black tar-like saliva
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Master

He blinked, eyes flickering around when he hard the word.

He didn't know what the word meant but he could hazard a guess that it had come from the creature sat before him.

"I summoned you from book, da?"

Belial had told him that if he carried on he'd summon the spawn of Hell. This was unlike anything he had seen before; like Hell had just spat it up.

No, he had dragged it from Hell.

A hound from Hell.

His nose wrinkled when it licked his hand, leaving behind a mass of black goo. Nice.

"Do you have name?"

The hound just sat there, staring at the necromancer as he spoke, the creature had no idea was he was saying, it didn't speak and it didn't understand English, the language was too new.

His head tilted slightly and he let out of soft whine as the man spoke again.

It could tell from the tone changes in the man's voice that he was asking questions but he had no way of answering nor understanding.

His tail wagged slightly as he simply gave a loud bark in response, the sound was unlike that of a normal dog, it held a second tone to it, something demonic which seemed to echo.

Alyosha's lips twitched upwards when the creature whined.

It was large and it looked scary but it was sweet. It didn't seem hostile. After the initial growling it hadn't made any noise whatsoever.

He reached forwards to stroke the creatures head gently.

"Of course you cannot answer. Dog do not speak."

His fingers continued to stroke the creatures head gently as he looked down at him, head cocked to the side.

"Then is my job to give name."

He pursed his lips as he thought.

"Tuzik," he decided after a few long moments.

The hound gave a contented whine as the necromancer stroked his head, he leaned into the man's touch, tilting his head so that Alyosha was scratching the tuffs of fur behind his ears.

Its long tail thudded against the hardwood floors loudly, he enjoyed being stroked quite a bit and such treatment was never received where he had come from.

It gave a pleased yap as the necromancer named him, he didn't know the language but he knew well enough when he was being named.
Hounds didn't have a name until their Masters decided one for them.

One eye squinted shut when the hounds tail began thumping against the floor.

The sounds was loud - very loud.

There were vampires around that were sleeping. Or at least trying to. If Tuzik carried on with that racket, Lyo would have a lot of pissed off Vampires at his door.

"Shh." Like for a child, he pressed his finger against his lips to signify silence.

He didn't want any loud noises coming from the creature.

Tuzik's ears drooped as he was told to be quiet but his tail continued to thud against the ground, he was too happy to have a Master to be able to stop his tail from wagging.

He whined and looked behind him at his disobedient tail, he wouldn't be able to stop it but his Master had indicated for him to be silent.

Tuzik did the only thing he knew how to in this situation to be quiet.

The creature shifted, taking on a human appearance, shrinking as he looked up at his master from his position on the floor.

His body was covered in markings which showed that he was a hell hound.

His face was covered by a mop of bright red hair that matched the scarlet colour of his eyes which were currently covered.

Tuzik's mouth looked human enough but when his lips parted his pointed canines were still clearly visible.

The Necromancer's lips parted in shock when Tuzik shifted.

Holy Christ, his new pet dog was a person...

He sighed softly and pushed his hair out of his face. "The day I get a normal pet is the day that the world turns upside down."

In the last few years, the only pets he had gotten was Ostanki and Tuzik. Neither of which could ever be considered normal. He didn't know whether to laugh, cry or hit something.

He crouched before the hound, stroking his hair out of his face gently. It just flopped back as soon as his hand moved away. All right then; awkward hair that wanted to be awkward.

The Necromancer reached back to tug the ribbon from his own hair; the dirty blond locks falling to frame his face and flow down over his chest. His hair was long; almost down to his waist.

Alyosha carefully combed back most of the Hound's hair, tying it back so it was mostly out of his face. That was good enough.

He stood again then looked down at the man. "Let's get you some clothes."

Tuzik whined as his hair was tied back, his eyes darting about as if his hair as vanished.

He shook his head violently, causing the small pony tail to thrash about, the ribbon coming loose so that strands of hair fell back into his face.

Tuzik stood again, crawling towards the necromancer on his hands and knees.

He hadn't needed to use this form before and as such he stumbled about like a child.

He didn't know whether to be annoyed or find the hound stumbling around his room adorable.

Alyosha rolled his eyes and opened his wardrobe, sifting through it until he found a pair of jeans, a belt and a simple black shirt.

That would do. Enough to covering him but nothing too fancy.

He tossed the clothes onto the bed then bent to pick Tuzik up. The hound was almost as tall as him but, even though a lot of his muscle definition had gone, he was still strong. He could still easily pick up something as heavy as himself.

He set the hound on the edge of the bed. "Stay," he ordered as he knelt between his legs and reached over to grab the jeans.

He doubted Tuzik knew how to dress himself.

Getting the hound to stay still while he tugged the jeans up his legs was a slow process but eventually he managed it, buttoning them up around his waist and sliding the belt through the loops.

Alyosha reached for the shirt.

Tuzik yelped as he was picked up but didn't struggle in his Master's grip, he may not know what the man said but he was usually quite obedient, save for moments where he decided to be cheeky.

The hound struggled and wiggled as the man attempted to put pants on him, he had never worn clothes and the restricted they gave to his movements irritated the hound.

"Magister..."
He whined slightly, his voice was gruff and his speech sounded growled.

He writhed slightly once the pants were on him, pawing at the zipper as he attempted to remove them.

Alyosha's hand rested on top of the hand trying to paw at the zipper of the jeans.

"No, Tuzik, leave on."

As long as Tuzik stayed human, he would need to wear clothes almost all of the time.

Though the idea of a naked man as hot as his new pet hanging around him wasn't a terrible one. Alyosha needed to stop thinking with his dick and start thinking with his head.

He reached for the shirt then lifted his arms over his head to show Tuzik what to do. "Hands up," he ordered, giving his own arms a shake to draw attention to them.

Tuzik was a hound but he was naturally intelligent, he caught on quickly and having his Master show him what he wanted him to do helped greatly, soon he would associate those words with that action.

Given enough time he could learn to talk if he was taught how to, but hound in Hell weren't taught a lot, simply how to kill and how to obey their Masters, if Alyosha gave him commands in Latin he would be able to do them automatically.

But until the Hound learned English, he was useless.
As Alyosha raised his arms into the air Tuzik did the same, mimicking the man's actions.

Alyosha smiled and bought the shirt down over his raised arms.

When the shirt was in place, Alyosha ruffled the Hound's bright hair.

"Good boy."

This would be just like teaching a puppy new tricks. He just needed to start training him like he had done Ostanki.

His fingers scratched behind Tuzik's ear gently.

A happy purr rumbled in the hound's chest as he leaned into to scratching behind his ear.

Though he was being praised for letting his Master put the clothing on him Tuzik gripped the shirt with his bundled hands and lifted it up, exposing his muscular stomach and chest.

Even if it made his Master happy he didn't like clothing, they constricted him and restricted his movement, plus he didn't like the feeling of cloth against his skin.

He whined as he was unable to push the shirt off as his arms got in the way.

He didn't use his hands as a human would, his fingers were constantly bundled into loose fits and he used them as paws.

Alyosha sighed softly and shook his head.

He could understand why the Hound didn't like clothing but he had to wear it. He couldn't flounce around naked no matter how comfortable it was.

He gripped the hem of the shirt and gently bought it back down to cover his shirt and chest again.

"Keep on," he repeated; the same order as he had given for the jeans when he tried to pull those off, too.

He whined and looked up at his Master with sad puppy eyes as he curled up on the bed looking rather defeated.

He didn't like these clothes, he wanted to be free of them again but his Master wanted him to wear them.

The hound was conflicted between what he wanted and what Alyosha had ordered him to do, despite the fact he couldn't understand the man's speech, what he was saying was pretty clear.

Tuzik twitch softly and brought his foot up the scratch behind his ears, despite his human form he still had his canine flexibility.

"Don't give me that look," he sighed softly when Tuzik looked up at him like a kicked puppy.

"I'm not doing this because I want to make you uncomfortable."

He moved to lay on the bed next to the Hound, reaching out to stroke his clothed shoulder gently.

A soft chuckle sounded when Tuzik bent to scratch behind his ear.

"Whoever preys on you is very lucky." He was sure that someone would prey on the hound. He was good looking and muscular. And very flexible, it seemed. Someone would have their fun with him.

Tuzik rolled over onto his back as Alyosha moved to sit beside him. He pawed at his shirt again until his stomach was exposed again before curling his hands up against his chest.

A hound wouldn't expose their sensitive stomach to everyone, he only did it because this was his Master and the Hound wanted tummy rubs.

He hadn't had a Master who would pet him so he was going to try and make the most of this, trying to get as much affection from the man as possible.

The Necromancer chuckled softly when the Hound rolled over and exposed his stomach.

He wasn't trying to tear the shirt off so he wouldn't comment on it for now.

He reached forwards, stroking the hound's stomach, nails running over the skin gently. He was just a big puppy. It was cute.

A loud purr rumbled in the hounds throat as his stomach was stroked.

He loved this, petting was not something he was allowed to indulge in, for a Hell Hound, this was absolute heaven.

His face nuzzled in against his Master's leg, already he was liking the man more than his previous Master.

The hound would try to learn the man's language but all his previous Masters, all of them Necromancers and Demons, had spoken Latin, it was the language most common in Hell and it was all he knew.

"Just a little puppy," he mused with a little grin.

He was cute; adorable. They way he nuzzled against him reminded him so much of an over-affectionate puppy.

He was already coming to enjoy the hounds company.

His hand slid up the hounds stomach and chest to stroke along his neck gently.