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It was the start of a summer of opportunity for Jake.

Average in height and weight, but determined to change the one that he could actually control, Jake had gotten into the habit of waking up nice and early every day, no matter where he was, and going out for a run of some kind, trying to trim a couple extra pound off of his relatively modest build so he could really help his abdominal muscles shine through. Today, he'd taken to the beach, and there was plenty of it to be found in Miami, giving him a nearly endless supply of sand to dig his toes into as he jogged down the shoreline, trying to get out early in the morning to avoid gawkers.

Opportunity was the name of the game for a human male living in the near future; the qualities that made a great salesperson were almost entirely outdated, as shopping had moved to a completely digital format. Only grocery stores populated the streets; traditional malls were dead and gone, and even the grocery stores were much quieter in those days, as people often paid others to collect and deliver their groceries to them. There was, however, one market that was still flourishing: antiques. A timeless market if there ever was one, antiques could only be defined by the age that they came from, and from age to age, things that seemed meaningless and outdated to most still held a value to some, and that was exactly how Jake made his living.

Sweat was dripping down into Jake's ocean blue eyes as he made his way further and further down the shoreline, away from the common beaches that were flooded with tourists by nine A.M. It was a great escape for him, and his hair, a golden, alluring blonde, was tossed about gently by the trade-winds coming in off the ocean. While it might be the summer of opportunity for Jake, it was the kind of opportunity that he intended to work for, in the case of his muscles and his online antiques business.

It wasn't the kind of opportunity that he literally expected to kick out of the sand.

"Freakin' ow!" he called out, as he tried not to trip forward. His foot thumped harshly into something in the sand as he was jogging ahead, and though he managed to keep his balance, his stride was completely broken.

When he stumbled to a stop, he turned back to look at the object in the sand that had nearly taken him out. There was a nice, red lump on his foot from the contact, but sticking out of the sand was a cliche that he'd never expected to see: an honest-to-goodness, solid gold lamp, shining delicately in the warm beams of the rising sun. The front end of it was a small, narrow tube with a flared opening, and it curved back down into the rotund, bulbous body. A small hook hung from the end of the whole arrangement, and it all sat upon a small disc of the same material. Despite his tripping over it rather violently, Jake was surprised to see, as he came back to the lamp, that the lid was still attached, despite his kicking it over to the side.

"Well, if nothing else, I could scrap it for the gold, but this thing is old," Jake said to himself as he loomed over the antique. He leaned over to pick it up, pulling it free from the ground. Tiny grands of sand spilled down from it like dry, earthy waterfalls as he held it up to the sunlight, trying to see if it might have any interesting markings that would lend it to a certain time period or a certain civilization. There was a ring of bronze around the small disc that the lamp sat upon, and though there were no letters or numbers that he could recognize, there were very crude etchings of a fox in the ring, and each etching looked to be a progression from the one before, as if the fox were dancing around in the brass ring, circling around the lamp. It was unusual, to say the very least, but Jake was convinced there had to be more to see. He pulled out some slack from his loose, beach-going shirt and tried rubbing some of the excess sand and dust from the side of it, wondering if there were more etchings to see...

FWOOOOOSH!

A rush of air came forth from the tubular end of the lamp, surprisingly powerful for coming from such a small opening. It was like Jake had been struck by a gust of wind from a deadly hurricane, and the sudden, shocking force knocked the lamp away from his hands, and from the nozzle of the lamp, dust started to pour out, clouding the area Jake stood at in a plume of dark, thick smoke. It had a smell to it that reminded him of burning leaves, but when the smoke came to clear, Jake was no longer standing alone on the beach.

"Thank you for freeing me from my lamp, mortal. I am Ra'zel, the genie."

It wasn't the eloquent voice that came from the genie that shocked Jake, or even as much the fact that a genie had just popped out of a lamp, as if he were a modern day Aladdin.

It was the fact that the genie was a fox, but not like one Jake would have seen in the wild. This creature stood on his hind legs, and though he had all the distinguishing features of a wild animal: claws, paws, a muzzle, red fur, a white underbelly and sharp, pointed ears, his body was clearly a blend, somewhere between human and animal.

"Razzle? Razzle the genie?"

Immediately, the genie put his face in a paw and shook his head. "Ra'zel. Ra- zel. You know what? Just call me Raz. Is that easier?"

"W-well, sure," Jake replied, his voice stammering a bit at the rather conversational tone the vulpine genie took with him. "I...didn't trip over something on the beach and knock myself out, did I? This isn't a dream?"

"Not at all, mortal," Raz confirmed. "This is entirely too real! You have freed me from my imprisoning lamp, and now, as my master, I am very eager to grant you your three wishes, in thanks!"

Jake was surprised to see that he and Raz were dressed almost exactly the same; both were wearing white t-shirts that were perfect for the beach, and though Jake had running shoes and gym shorts on, Raz was only wearing boardshorts, making his outfit similar enough to make Jake wonder about it, but at the mention of actually getting three wishes, just as the stereotype would imply, that train of curious thought was completely derailed.

"Three wishes...? Really?"

"You bet," Raz confirmed. "Every genie has to give their master three wishes once they've been freed, and if the master is friendly enough, he can use one of those three wishes to grant freedom to the genie!"

_I dunno...I could use a few things a lot more than you could use freedom, I bet,_Jake thought. He tapped his chin mindfully and glanced up at the sky, clearly weighing his options on that, all while Raz stood there and tapped his footpaw against the sand impatiently.

"...You got some wishes or what, pal?"

"Something tells me that I might still just be knocked out or something," Jake admitted, "So...with that in mind, my name is Jake, and I'm your new master, apparently, so I need to see what you can really do if you're a genie. I'm a little tight financially right now, so...Raz, I wish for more money!"

Two very important things eluded Jake, still. First and foremost, this wasn't a dream, and second, phrasing was everything when it came to genies. If your wording was incorrect, you never knew what you were going to get, and being vague was a surefire way to leave things open to the interpretation of a devious, mischievous genie...and Raz was as bad as they came.

"Had a feeling that was coming, but..." Raz paused to snap his pawtips, and as he did, Jake's cell phone buzzed in his pocket. "It is done!"

Jake quickly pulled his phone from his shorts. Cell phones were still commonplace, even one hundred years into the future, but they did almost everything a person could ever need them to do in those times, and bank transfers were one such use. The vibration was the sound of Jake getting a message from his bank that $1,000 had just been deposited into his account from an anonymous source, and while his jaw hung open and he looked blankly at Raz, Raz just smirked back at him, his long, vulpine tail swishing about at another satisfied customer.

"Told you. Anything your heart desires, Jake, I can make a reality. Do you have your second and third wishes in mind?"

"Can I wish for more wishes?"

" No."

"Well, can I have a little more time to think?"

"That, you can have, but I wouldn't wish for it, since you don't have any real time limit on your ownership of me. Long as you make all of your wishes before you're dead, I'm all ears."

Jake put his hand upon his chin to prop it back up. The shock was slowly starting to fade, and he had to rub his chin again as he thought about what he would do with two wishes that were almost entirely free of rules. He was sure that there was no limit to what the genie could do, and while there were a lot of things in specific that he might like to change, there was one large area in particular that Jake felt change would be welcome, and he wanted to get everything that fell under the proverbial blanket.

"I think I've got it, Raz," Jake explained, his thinly pursed, thinking lips falling into a confident grin. "My job isn't easy, and things are still a little tight, even with the bonus, so...I wish I had a more carefree life!"

Raz could hardly keep the grin from his muzzle. "That's it? Are you sure, Master Jake?"

"Definitely! A more carefree life would be the best thing that could ever happen to me!"

" Heh. If you say so, Master Jake...if you say so."

Proper phrasing would have saved Jake weeks of trouble and stress to come, but there was no way that he could know it, even as Raz started to glow a soft, ambient green. Light rose from his fur as though he were a fiber optic display, and as it poured from his being, it started to wrap around Jake. He could instantly feel a strange warmth in his body that he couldn't explain, one even greater than the heat he felt from exercising on the beach. Worried that he might be going unconscious, Jake fell backwards, but even as he did, and his feet kicked up some more sand, he could see his shoes starting to rip apart on his feet. There was a horrible, sickening sensation at the end of Jake's legs as he reached forward and ripped his shoes away, only to see the very skeletal structure of his feet warping and breaking apart. Toes shrunk inwards and clustered tighter together, and the bottoms of his toes, already a bit blistered from running, started to callous over rapidly, forming small pads at the end of each digit. Where his calves once went down straight into his heel, his legs started to curve, and though he felt no pain, there was a sensation that left Jake sick to his stomach as he could feel tendons in his body warping and stretching. It was like someone had turned his muscles into rubber bands, and was pulling them into different shapes purely for their amusement.

Of course, as Raz watched with a simply sadistic grin, that last bit wasn't too far from the truth.

"Raz...this...t-this isn't what I wished for! Make it stop!" Jake protested helplessly, unaware that once a wish was made, the only way to reverse it was to wish for the opposite to be true. Too panicked to be asked to do such a thing, he could only shiver in fear as he felt the change progress up his legs, past what were once his feet. They were now much closer to paws, and by the time the change had reached his knees, paws were the only way they could be described. His flesh was narrowing and becoming more muscular, much like he'd hoped, but the progression was more than a bit unusual, and it was starting to turn unpleasant as Jake doubled over in a mixture of pain and discomfort. " Ugh...Oh God... My stomach is killing me!"

Raz didn't look even the least bit concerned as he watched his dirty-work unfold. Jake was in a terrible panic, one that would almost certainly draw attention any other time of the day, but right then, all he could do was kick up sand and glare at his genie as his stomach twisted up into knots from the changing of his torso. Fur was starting to sprout from his body, completely covering up his flesh and sending a pleasant, yet concerning warmth all the way up from his feet to his neck. His torso elongated just a little bit, and inside, his stomach was so tense that he felt as though he'd spent the entire day before doing every variety of crunches imaginable. What was once an average, flat stomach with very little muscle to speak of and bare flesh was turning into a white underbelly, and going up his sides and his arms was a sudden and powerful rush of dark, onyx black fur. Right at the ends of his hands, white bristles were starting to poke up and cover what was once plain and timid human flesh. Jake couldn't keep his mouth closed any longer, and it hung open in pure fear as trimmed, neatly kept human nails started to lengthen and curve into sharp, menacing claws.

" STOP THIS RIGHT NOW, RAZ!"

"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way," Raz confirmed. He didn't look even the least bit apologetic, rather, he was laughing as Jake watched what was left of his humanity fading away, slowly being covered up by the fur that would soon cover every inch of his body. Right at the base of his spine, Jake could feel a terrible discomfort, as if some sort of a bug or parasite was trying to worm its way free from his flesh. He didn't have a clue that it was really his own spine, trying to elongate over his backside. "You made a wish, master, and I granted it...and I can promise, when this is all said and done, you won't recognize your life one bit. It'll be completely carefree."

Whether it was panic, fear, or plain old confusion, Jake could feel his head spinning, and the sudden, bursting sprout of his spine through the small of his back nearly made him topple over. A similar sprouting sensation on the front of his face, that of a muzzle growing from what was once a normal human visage, was just weird enough that he wanted to lose his breakfast over it; the cracking of the bones in his face as they restructured wasn't a sensation he wanted t go through ever again. He still had a human voice, but it was getting weaker and harder to understand, to the point that Jake wondered if Raz only understood him because of his mystical powers.

"Raz...w-why...?!"

"I'm just having a little fun!" Raz confirmed, though Jake felt there had to be something more sinister underneath it all. As the sprout of bone from the small of his back grew and fleshed out, Jake could feel it curling up and away just slightly, until the tip actually curled into his spine again. Black fur coated the top of the newborn tail, and white fur glided along the underside...and as he fell forward onto all fours, Jake had a very strong inkling of just how his life had changed.

He was a husky, and before he could find the words to make his third wish, shock blanked his mind, and he fell forward into the sand, unconscious. Raz watched over him with a sinister giggle as the same magical glow that radiated from him before flew from his paws, and while Jake slept, the world started to change in ways he couldn't begin to fathom.

**

Nothing looked all that different to Jake, when he finally awoke from what felt like an endless slumber.

It wasn't hard to believe that he'd been sleeping for several days, after what his body had undergone in the matter of just under an hour. What would be very hard to believe, however, is just how much the world around Jake had changed with him.

Blue eyes, not too different from the ones he was born with, were slowly cracking open as Jake rolled about on the carpet of a cozy apartment. It wasn't his own home, but in the world he now lived, he didn't have a home to call his own, anymore. He was lucky, as it was, to be sleeping inside of a building at the moment, especially with no recollection to how he got there, and as he glanced into the glass doors of a patio, he was only starting to recall why he was so exhausted.

"Not quite human..." he whispered, as he could see the completed transformation. His body, face, and expression were all somewhere between a human body fit with animal features, and an animal body fit with human intelligence. It was an unusual and unique blend, but one that Jake actually found quite visually appealing. He went as far as to admire himself in the mirror, looking over the generous lines of muscles that were visible, even under the thick and soft coat of fur that now covered all of his form.

His enjoyment took a sour turn as he noticed that there wasn't a single piece of clothing on his body, and his genitals, at least, his human ones, were completely missing.

"Did that bastard genie castrate me?!" he shouted, looking down at his own groin and reaching there with his paws. He could feel two soft, lightly fuzzed orbs between his legs, obviously the current form of his testicles, but where he once held his proud manhood, there was only a small hole, covered with fur like everything else on his body. Even just the quickest of examinations revealed the bright, tapered pink tip of sexual flesh, but it didn't soothe Jake's concerns. "This...this is gonna take some getting used to..."

"What is with all of the noise out there?!"

It seemed Jake wasn't alone. He was curled up on the carpet of a random apartment, that much was certain, but his process of getting there was still a giant unknown, and now, he could not only hear that he wasn't alone...

"Seriously, boy, what's the matter with you?"

He could see he wasn't alone.

"I'm glad to see you're finally awake again, but you need to learn to keep the noise down!" said a rather confident, and yet, slightly nasal voice. "I can't have you barking all afternoon...you'll bother the neighbors!"

Barking? Jake wondered. The figure that stood over him was a simple, red fox, looking so much like Raz that Jake started to snarl in anger at the thought of the genie coming around again. To think that the little trickster would have the audacity to show his face again after what he'd caused was enough to send Jake into a tizzy, but this fox wasn't the same; Raz had been wearing modern beach clothes and flip flops. This fox, in particular, wore a white, long sleeved, button up t-shirt, tucked into a pair of khaki slacks. They looked similar, but in mannerism alone, Jake knew that they couldn't be the same person...and it left him with even more unanswered questions.

"Well, I guess I can't blame you _too_much," the fox said, walking right over to the resting Jake and brushing a paw along the side of one of his pointed ears. Jake wanted desperately to grumble at the mystery man, but there was a perfectly sensitive spot right on the back of his ear, and when the man touched it, Jake couldn't keep his tail from wagging, and his maw from panting. "You were in such dire straights when I found you on the beach that day!"

"The beach?" Jake tried to ask, but not surprisingly, the fox didn't understand him. To the fox, the sound just came out as a confused bark, and he simply giggled at the low, rumbled sound. "You found me at the beach?"

The fox was content to stroke Jake's ear as long as it kept the husky from being too loud. "That's right," he replied, chastising Jake entirely and treating him as though he was less intelligent than he truly was. "You were all tuckered out, but I nursed you back to health, got your shots updated, bought you a nice, fancy collar, and here we are! We just need to work on that barking habit of yours..."

It might have helped Jake to trust the man a bit if he would just say his own name, but that didn't seem to be in the cards anytime soon, and Jake had no idea where he was, for sure. It seemed the better option at the moment was just to try and relax and get his bearings back, but one tilt of his head toward the patio door, finally looking past his own reflection, was enough to completely shatter what was left of his resting mind.

There are animals...everywhere...

It wasn't just one or two different people that looked like the person who claimed to have nursed Jake back to health. He scrambled up to his haunches, as if he were a proper husky, and gazed out over the balcony of the apartment, down onto the beach front below. Swimsuits could only hide the most private areas of the beach-goers; they couldn't hide the coats of fur that every person seemed to put on when Jake woke up. There was no way he could possibly explain how the change had come about, but sure enough, the sand below, the sidewalks that bordered it, and even the ocean itself were all filled with fuzzy bodies, standing, walking, talking, playing and swimming just like humans did. They clearly weren't human, but as Jake observed, he could see that they were just like him: some sort of middle ground between the human and animal forms that they were all based off of. Foxes, cheetahs, raccoons, horses and bears were just a couple of different animals among the fray, but Jake did notice one unusual factor.

There were no domesticated cats or dogs down on the beach...unless they were on leashes.

"You must have to go outside, huh?" Jake's roommate said to him. Of course, it was only then that Jake took notice of the tight binding around his neck, and the fact that he didn't have a roommate.

He had an owner.

"Well, you haven't been out in a couple hours. I suppose I can take you for a quick walk down on the beach...once you do a little something for me, first."

There was a tiny, silver medallion on the collar around Jake's neck, bearing his name, and making him wonder how this random fox could have possibly known what to call him, but at this point, Jake wasn't willing to question the limits of the power that Raz wielded, and no doubt, the genie was behind everything that was going on.

What Jake didn't realize was what he'd been up to while he was mostly unconscious, and the routine that his new owner had been putting him through in order to be let outside.

"I must have walked through something while I was on my way home from the store, and I'm afraid I just can't see to get it off of my pads," the fox explained. Jake was tempted to keep gazing out the window when he turned around, tilted an ear to his owner, and then immediately flattened both of his ears back as the fox lofted a footpaw into his view, with some sort of sticky substance caked between the fur and pawpads. "Be a good boy and lick it out of there for me, will you?"

"Like hell I will!" Jake yelled back at the strange man, but still, the footpaw hung there, and with the lack of translation between them, Jake's protest came out as a loud, angry growl, one that he quickly learned a valuable lesson about.

It started as a buzzing. A very minor, quiet buzzing.

Then it got worse. Slowly, that gentle, vibrating buzz turned into a painful itch.

From there, the itch built, and Jake kicked his hind leg up, trying to scratch the collar off of his neck as he quickly made the connection, and felt what was now like a burning sensation across every pore of every inch of his skin.

He had a shock collar around his neck, and the fox that was his new owner had the remote.

"Don't you bark at me!" the fox demanded. He immediately and forcefully pushed his footpaw against Jake's muzzle, pausing the subtle shock only so that it wouldn't carry over to his own body. Jake was screaming in an internal pain, but there was no way for him to fight back; it didn't help that there was an unusual scent now filling his nostrils, and sure enough, heightened senses made the experience that much worse for him. There was an immediate sensation in his mind to lash out and bite at the fox, hoping to rend flesh from bone with his fangs, but if the shock collar was already causing him this kind of pain, he could only imagine how much worse it would get for him.

There was only one path that would lead to the end of the momentary torture.

"Good... good boy..." the fox muttered, as Jake finally opened his muzzle, a quiet, desperate whimper slipping past his lips as his tongue slid along the underside of the footpaw. The overwhelming and foul flavors of something he didn't want to imagine passed over his taste buds, and Jake whined quietly the whole time, knowing that the only path forward now was to deal with what was right ahead of him.

His fate was to be the whipping boy for a disgusting, shut-in of a fox.

"Make sure to get all of it," the fox continued to order Jake around, keeping one of his paws firmly on the control for the shock collar. The pain and sting were starting to fade for Jake, as his body became used to the unpleasant sensation, but there was no way for him to know how much higher the intensity went, and no surefire way to keep the shocks from coming, other than to keep cleaning his master's footpaws. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it? You mutts will lick up just about any mess we throw at you...why don't you clean the other one too, while you're at it?"

"Do I really have a choice?" Jake asked, though his voice was still relegated to a low, rumbling, annoyed bark that the fox couldn't understand. The sound was almost instantly muffled regardless, as the fox pressed the very tips of his footpaw up to Jake's muzzle, rubbing the pads of his paws gently against the cool, wet surface of Jake's nose. It was bad enough that he had be put through something so humiliating, but as Jake looked up at the fox and watched the reaction to his paws being licked clean, the poor, transformed husky came to a revelation that made things that much worse for him.

The fox was getting off to all of this treatment.

There was a sudden, jerking wiggle of the pawtips against Jake's tongue as his master dropped the remote, and for just one blissful moment, Jake didn't feel any electricity running through his body. His growls of delight echoed the sentiment, but the fox wasn't nearly done with Jake, and it would have been all too easy for the husky to be able to make a quick and daring escape, right then. Before he could even think to bolt for the door, the fox leaned over and grasped the controller in a paw once again, all before Jake even had a chance to really think about making a break for it. His one opportunity was completely squandered by his finally having learned some sort of humility, and it was all thanks to the fox that he knew only as his master.

"You're getting really good at this, boy..." the fox confirmed, his voice just a little bit shaky as his pawtips clung tightly to the remote, refusing to give Jake any sort of a break or opening. "You actually made me drop the remote, you devilish little thing, you! I can't have you giving me such a hard time if we're going to start entering you in the local dog shows..."

It was true that Jake really had no idea how different the world he'd been transported to was. He had no inkling of the various differences between the human world that he came from, and the animal world that he'd been transported to. He hadn't seen a single human when he looked out over the balcony, and given that at least some of the animals had to have the ability to walk upright and speak like people did, there was a growing concern in Jake's mind that he might not actually be a pet, but just a lower class citizen in this world. He'd have no job, he'd have no responsibilities...

Raz made his wish come true, after all. He was completely carefree.

Poor wording really bit me on the ass this time, Jake thought, as the fox finally pulled his shaky, trembling paw away from the muzzle of the captured husky. But there has to be a way to get Raz to reverse all of this...I don't know where the lamp is, but I'm still his master. I should be able to make a third wish and take care of everything!

"A deal is a deal, though," the fox groaned, giving Jake a more affectionate look than he thought the vulpine was truly capable of. "I guess I'd better take you out for a quick stroll along the beach."

**

Jake couldn't be sure that anything in this world was the same one that he'd been in before.

Miami, Florida, was a very interesting place. The skyline was one of a kind, but at the same time, some of the beaches had a tendency to blend together, and when the fox put Jake on a leash and begrudgingly took him out for a quick walk, there was no way for the husky to know what part of the beach he was on anymore. The names on all of the street signs had been changed to things related to animals instead of people, and different kinds of fur patterns instead of trees. Jefferson was now Jaguar, Spruce was now Spots, and even the hotels and local businesses had all changed their names to suit the world that Jake was now a part of. Even if he had a perfect memory of the hotel he'd been staying in at the time, there was no way for him to pinpoint his old location, and the particular beach that he'd been rooting around on when he found the magic lamp.

"You sure are in a hurry to make it down the shoreline!" the fox called out, as Jake was moving down the sand as rapidly as he could. He had no idea if his idea was going to pay off, but he thought it better to at least try and scour the beaches for the lamp he was missing, instead of walking around in circles in front of the apartment building the fox lived in.

He would not be getting entered into dog shows.

He couldn't.

"The lamp has to be around here somewhere," Jake said to himself, his voice still nothing more than an angry bark to the world around him, "And when I find that miserable Raz, I'm gonna wring his neck! This is all his fault!"

Truth be told, Jake didn't look all that out of place. His nose was buried into the sand as the husky part of his brain kept sniffing out a trail, and he was panting as he ran along the sidewalk on another blisteringly hot day in Florida. He looked just like any other canine that was sniffing out a trail, but unlike the other dogs that might exist in this world, Jake had once been a human, and had another level of intelligence to try and map out the beachfront. If he didn't have to make the adjustment to suddenly being somewhat colorblind, he had a feeling he might have already found the beach that the lamp was on.

"Jake, we really can't go too much further. My dogs are barkin'!" the fox explained, not knowing that his pet could fully understand him, and also not knowing how little Jake cared. The husky immediately pondered if his fox owner just wanted another tongue bath along the grooves and pads of his paws, and just at the thought, he felt a new rush of determination. It would be too soon for Jake if he never had to lick a set of paws again, but there was only one way out of that fate, for him.

It was in the form of a mischievous fox genie by the name of Raz, someone who wasn't doing anything to hide his own whereabouts.

CLUNK! History was quick to repeat itself, as Jake bumped his nose against something hard, cold and hollow, bringing his pursuit to a sudden halt. He fell back against his rear end and brought his paws up, rubbing his sore muzzle and looking down at the ground in pure frustration...only to have his eyes widen with surprise and delight.

There was a bright, viridian flash of light, and the same WOOOOSH that Jake had heard only days beforehand as a nozzle pointed up out of the sand, and time seemed to slow to a crawl in the world around Jake, before it came to a complete stop.

"You are really an extremely demanding master, did you know that?"

It was Raz; that much was certain.

"And you're a terrible genie! What kind of an asshole completely transforms someone against their will and sends them into another world?!"

"Hey, you asked for a carefree life, buddy, and you got one."

"That's not- wait. You can understand me?"

"Of course I can," Raz confirmed. "I'm the one who changed you, but I had to be able to understand you if you ever found me again!"

Jake sighed. "That's awfully convenient for me, but you've got a lot to answer for, Raz! This life might be carefree, but it's miserable, and I live with some guy who has a paw fetish!"

"So...all you have to do is lick some paws once or twice a day, and everything is taken care of? Doesn't sound all that bad to me."

The cavalier attitude that Raz took to the situation only further frustrated Jake, who really was intent on wringing his neck at this point. "Well, it is that bad, so how about you go about fixing it?"

Raz knew that his freedom wasn't getting wished for anytime soon, so he sighed and looked around at the world. "You're right, I'd better turn this place back to normal...but you have to wish for it. Is that your third wish?"

"What? No! My third wish is for you to make everything better for me!"

It was almost too easy, at this point. Raz couldn't help a quick snicker and a shake of the head.

"As you wish, master...but I'm afraid I won't be calling you that any longer."

Raz snapped his pawtips, and his body started to glow the same eerie green that it did when Jake made his first wishes. It wasn't unsettling at all, until Jake saw the same glow surrounding his entire body.

"Wait...are you...are you granting the wish or not?"

"I am," Raz confirmed. "I'm making everything better for you...just like you wished."

Both Jake and Raz started to shrink, and suddenly, Jake felt his whole body being stretched thin as a piece of angel hair pasta as it was sucked into the lamp that still rested in the sand. His body condensed and formed back to normal as he was trapped inside of the lamp with Raz...and as he'd gone down the tube, it appeared he lost a few parts of his body, and gained a few new pieces of attire.

"Raz...what... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME NOW?!"

"Fulfilling a mutual need, is all. You needed a better life, and I needed some female company here in the lamp, so...I thought perhaps you might prefer trying to be a female husky instead. The way their sex is exposed all the time from their curled tails makes them the perfect kind of company for a lonely genie..."

Jake didn't believe his ears, but one look down at his body was all the proof he needed: His chest was pumped out and soft, a pair of supple, curvy breasts having formed upon his body, and down between his legs was a pair of lips to signify his womanhood, already slightly damp from the magical trickery of the genie. He, or rather now, she, would have tried to escape, but the only way out of a lamp was to become a genie, and if that wasn't secure enough, Raz made sure to shackle her paws together the moment she'd landed inside the lamp.

"Wish granted, right... Jacqueline?"

The husky could only whimper as she cursed herself...and her lack of a proper vocabulary.