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Trevor pulled a comb out of the vanity drawer to put the finishing touches on his black hair. He used the teeth of the comb to carefully tease his black and blue-dyed locks into spikes. Putting the comb down, Trevor looked at himself in the mirror.

His eyelids had been painted with a dark eyeshadow, and black lipstick had been carefully applied to his lips. A spiked, leather collar was attached to his pale neck. His clothes were a uniform black; a loose t-shirt with a flaming skull decal, a baggy pair of cargo pants laden with chains and metal studs, and a pair of black leather boots. Trevor nodded at himself in approval; a goth by any other name.

The goth opened the bathroom door and walked out into the narrow hallway of his apartment. He was just about to retrieve something from his bedroom when a voice sounded behind him. "Hey faggot! You seen my shoes?"

Trevor sighed and turned around. His roommate, Alex, was standing in the door to his bedroom. The young man was Olympian to say the least. He towered over the goth, and his build was far superior. Alex had always called Trevor a faggot, never hesitating to rip on his homosexuality. "Well? Do you know?"

"Are they already on your feet?" Trevor asked, rolling his eyes. He was never really bothered by the aspiring athlete's homophobic disposition. Rather, he was able to respond by exploiting the jock's lack of intelligence.

"What? Now why would they be on my feet already? I wouldn't be looking for them if-" Alex stopped and looked down, "Oh! They are on my feet. Thanks man!" Alex walked up to Trevor, then caught him in a headlock and ground his knuckles into his scalp. "For a dirty little homo, you ain't so bad."

"Yeah, thanks," Trevor muttered, "Just don't mess up my hair; I've gotta be in a rave in, like, half an hour." He nonchalantly twisted himself loose of Alex's arm and went to his bedroom. He emerged with a heavy ceramic urn, painted with intricate designs. He set it down on the kitchen table, then returned to the bathroom to reshape his gelled and dyed hair.

The goth found Alex holding the urn up when he came back. "Hey! Alex! Don't touch that!" Trevor exclaimed in alarm, "Put it down before you break it!" He ran up to Alex and tried to take the urn, but Alex easily held him back with a single burly arm.

"Hold on a sec, Trev. I wanna know what this is," Alex said with a smirk.

"It's a gift for my friend. He's having a birthday rave; that's where I'm headed. Now give it back!" Trevor hated when Alex used his strength to push him around like this. It was nothing more than childish bullying.

"I didn't ask what this was for, stupid. I asked what it was!" Alex's smirk somehow grew bigger.

Trevor sighed, knowing Alex would not cooperate until he got his way."It's a clay urn, dated back to ancient Sumer, circa 1500 BC. My friend collects stuff like that, and it was damn near impossible for me to find. Now please, give it back." The goth did his best to avoid sounding whiney. He hated sounding like a stereotypical gay.

"Ooh, is it that important?" Alex asked, "I'd better help you get it nice and clean before you take it to your little fag party." Before Trevor could even react, the jock snorted loudly, then hocked a large, thick loogie up onto the side of the urn. "There! That took at <i>least</i> a century's worth of shit offa it." He set the urn down on the table a little roughly, then headed for the door, laughing his head off.

Trevor glared angrily at Alex, wanting nothing more than to punch him square in that wide chisel-jaw. Their difference in size made that impossible, though. The rowdy roommate grabbed his baseball cap off the coat rack and pulled it down tight over his wavy, auburn hair. "Whelp, gotta go to practice, sissy boy! Unless you wanna come with me? I'll tell ya, one blowjob from Megan'll make you straight as an arrow!"

"I told you, I'm going to that birthday rave. Besides, I'm not gay by choice; it's biological. Just go and have a good time," Trevor said, barely able to control his temper.

"Whatever, have a nice time at your ass orgy, faggot." Alex walked out the front door. He paused before closing it behind him. "By the way, I got an essay I need help writing when I get back. I can't remember how to spell 'baseball'." He shut the door before Trevor could respond.

The goth put his forefinger and thumb to the bridge of his nose. "You should have thought of that before spitting on the urn, asshole!" he muttered. Trevor walked to the window in his bedroom to watch Alex leave the building. Looking down at the muscular figure, he quickly found his gaze focused on the jock's smooth, perfectly-shaped athlete's rear.

He bit his lip, feeling a familiar stirring in his loins. Alex was a moron and a jerk, but he had such a great ass. Trevor wanted nothing more than to feel that incredible body pressed to his; to be entangled with it in bed. The goth would give almost anything to have his way with Alex just once. He had even considered slipping him date rape drugs at one point, but he had quickly perished the thought. He'd give almost anything, but not his life; Alex would surely retaliate.

Trevor's thoughts were cut short when he remembered the mess Alex had left on his gift. He walked back into the kitchen and looked at the gigantic wad of phlegm hanging off the side of the ancient artifact. It slowly crawled down the painted clay like a slug. The goth shuddered, knowing he couldn't give it to his friend like that. He opened the cupboard under the sink to rummage around for the paper towels.

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Little did Trevor know that the urn on his table was more than it appeared. Something supernatural dwelled within it. More specifically, the urn was home to the powerful ancient genie, Raghib. At the same moment as Trevor was preparing to clean the urn, Raghib was sitting upon his ornate throne within the confines of the luxurious palace that was the urn's interior.

The mystical anthro jackal smiled as he surveyed his domain, no matter how limited it was. Before him sat a harem of the finest females of the realm, all willing to serve his every whim. He was most definitely in the mood for a little fun.

"Ss'rith'a," he called. Out of the group of females came a slender naga girl. Her deep brown scales glistened in the dim light of the room. She slithered up to him and bowed down low. "What isssss your will, my massssster?" she asked in a raspy, hissing voice.

Raghib rested his hand on the snake's head. "Ah, my most loyal and favorite consort, you please me beyond all expectations. Would you do me this service? I am in need of your skilled hands...and tongue..."

Ss'rith'a rose, then slid gracefully into her master's lap. She ran her smooth hands through his black fur, her sharp little claws lightly pricking the hard muscles beneath it. "Thy will be done, massssster," she whispered, flicking her forked tongue under his chin before her long. slender body fell off his knees and coiled up at his feet.

The jackal murred softly in approval. The serpent's hands rubbed up and down his firm belly, slowly working lower towards his waistline. He opened his legs, and the silky white loincloth that served as his only clothing besides the many pieces of gold jewelry that covered his limbs draped down between them. A visible bulge marked the location of his immortal genitals.

The female brushed along Raghib's muscular legs, then moved to the chain that held his loincloth in place. With a flick of her graceful fingers, the cloth fell away. The genie's engorged sheath was revealed to her, as well as the massive, heavy testicles that swayed gently beneath it. The black tip of the jackal's member was already beginning to slide out in anticipation. Ss'rith'a smiled, always becoming aroused upon seeing it.

"You may begin, my consort," Raghib instructed. Ss'rith'a complied, reaching out to touch his sheath. It swelled even more in response, and his thick shaft pulsed within it, slowly sliding out into the open as it hardened. The serpent girl hissed in delight, slowly stripping out of her skimpy silk gown and casting it aside.

The scales on Ss'rith'a's belly were a soft cream color. Her full, round breasts were exposed for all to see. A pair of golden rings pierced the plump dark nipples crowning her abundant endowments. The consort cupped her hands around Raghib's member, the slick, ebony flesh gliding through her palms as it slid up and out of his sheath.

The throbbing, needy appendage crawled up Raghib's firm belly, cradled neatly between the prominent sets of abdominal muscles. Ss'rith'a gently nudged the genie's shaft with her blunt snout. Raghib murred his approval, slouching lower to give her better access. His heavy sac slapped lightly against the insides of his legs as he shifted his weight.

Ss'rith'a's forked serpentine tongue darted out and retreated several times as she took in her master's strong, musky scent. The tip of her tongue grew closer with each flick, eventually brushing over his all-powerful cock. Raghib growled playfully, his paw returning to her head to stroke her smooth brown scales. "Ohhhh, my consort, do not toy with your master. Give me what I desire."

The naga girl looked up at the jackal with her radiant, unblinking eyes, then smiled sweetly to him. "As you wisssshhh, my lord," she hissed. She slithered up a little more into his lap, her ample breasts dragging themselves over his thick meat. She lifted her impressive rack up to Raghib's tapered tip, rubbing the undercleavage along it.

"Mrrrr, that's it. Such a good girl you are," Raghib rasped. With a quick thrust upward, he was able to slip his cock into Ss'rith'a's cleavage. The female serpent squished her breasts together and put her weight into the jackal's lap. As the tip of that monumental member emerged out the top, she eagerly opened her mouth to take it in.

Her jaw detached to accommodate the genie's incredible girth. His jackalhood was able to slip in without much trouble. Raghib groaned and growled, bucking his hips in short, brisk thrusts. The scales on Ss'rith'a's breasts proved to be very effective in stimulating his cock with their friction.

Raghib could feel his orgasm building after several minutes of pleasuring. He began thrusting up into Ss'rith'a's gaping maw harder and faster, his swollen knot slapping into her breasts again and again. He stretched out his right leg and held it rigid as he panted excitedly. "Yes, that's it! Just a little more-"

Suddenly, there was a massive rush of air, and Raghib's palace melted away. As grey mist enveloped the genie, he cursed out loud. He had been summoned! Right before he could blow his load too. Grumbling, he waited for the alternate universe of his new master to take shape, his jackalhood bobbing in protest between his legs.

***

"There! Good as new!" Trevor said with a smile as he wiped away the sordid loogie left by his roommate on the clay of the old urn. Now all he had to do was wrap it. Before he could pick it up, the markings on the urn began to glow. The whole house shook as if caught in an earthquake.

The goth backed away from the glowing artifact, not sure what was going on. Suddenly, a column of dark smoke erupted from the urn's wide mouth, nearly touching the ceiling. A swirling form descended from the smoke, taking shape on the floor in front of the table. It grew as it materialized, becoming much larger than Trevor.

As the smoke cleared, the goth looked up and couldn't believe his eyes. Before him stood a gigantic jackal, standing upright like a human. He was so tall, he barely fit inside the apartment. His glossy black fur glistened in the setting sun, and his muscles rippled with every small movement.

Trevor slowly looked over the jackal, absolutely terrified. His gaze traveled lower. The genie was naked, with the exception of the lavish bracelets and necklace decorating his body. As if that weren't enough, the male had the biggest hard-on the goth had ever seen.

An intricate network of veins pulsed under the surface of the jet-black flesh, making the thick, meaty shaft twitch slightly with each longing throb. The plump pair of orbs that dangled beneath the mighty appendage pulsed and contracted, as if near climax. The jackal's pointed canine tip let loose a burst of translucent precum, mixed with traces of pure seed. The musky wad shot through the air and landed at Trevor's feet.

Despite his obvious arousal, the immortal entity was clearly not pleased. He snarled, scanning the room for the one who interrupted his fun. "Who has summoned me?" he barked. He spotted the small human cowering before him, then took a step forward, his jackalhood bouncing up and down as he walked. "You! Are you the one who summoned me?"

"I...I..." Trevor stammered, too frightened to move, and unable to break his gaze with that formidable member. Seeing that enormous dick and smelling the thick, heavy musk rolling off the jackal made the goth's own cock spring to life, tenting his dark pants. "I didn't mean to! Please...don't kill me!"

"Kill you? I cannot kill. I am Raghib, keeper of the sands, and sorceror of kings! I grant three wishes to he who summons me. Now tell me, what is your wish? You summoned me during an important engagement, and I must be returning to my urn as quickly as possible." Raghib folded his arms, his erection never faltering despite the lack of stimulation to it.

A beaded veil of sweat descended upon Trevor's pale forehead. His bulging erection was very conspicuous now. Immediately, a wish popped into the goth's head. He wanted to get down and dirty with that genie. That was probably out of the question, though. Instead, he looked up at those piercing yellow eyes, not knowing what to say. "Uh...um..."

"Well? What are you waiting for? Are you just going to stand there staring like a glazed pig?" Raghib asked, growing impatient. As he looked down at Trevor, he caught sight of his distended fly. "Wait...you have grown aroused...You aren't one of those mortals who...prefers his own kind, are you?"

Trevor nodded. "Yes, I am a homosexual, not that it matters..." He felt his fear fading away to anger as he realized that the genie was assuming a hostile stance towards his orientation.

"Bah!" Raghib snorted, "The most despicable and unnatural of all humans! I have no time for the pitiful likes of you. I know what your wish is going to be, and it disgusts me!"

"Now see here!" Trevor snapped, straightening up in defiance, "As intimidating as you are, I will not stand your ignorant bullshit! You claim to be omnipotent? Well surely you would know to show me a little more respect...I am your master now, after all."

The jackal snarled, "Just make your wishes and get this over with! My females cannot stand my absence. What is it you want?"

"I just wish you'd see things from <i>my</i> point of view!" Trevor shouted. The genie raised his arms, hastily using his unearthly abilites to carry out the goth's wish. Unfortunately, in his impatience and anger, he made a serious error in his manipulation of the cosmos.

Realizing his mistake, Raghib's eyes widened. He tried to reverse the spell before it took hold, but he was too late. A phantom whirlwind burst into the apartment, whipping everything about like dried leaves. Trevor squeezed his eyes shut and curled up in a ball, believing the genie was bringing his wrath down upon him. Raghib was caught up in the vortex, and the goth was soon dragged off the floor to join him.

The ravaging winds finally ceased, and Trevor was flung to the floor unconscious. Raghib had vanished. Deep within the goth, supernatural power began to build, revealing where the powerful genie had gone.

Trevor slowly opened his eyes after several minutes, not knowing what had happened. All his furniture and belongings had been restored to their places as if nothing had happened. He stood up and rubbed his neck, not sure what to think. Was it all a dream? The goth could still feel the uncomfortable strain in his pants. He looked at the clock, figuring he had enough time to relieve his boner.

As Trevor entered the bathroom, he had no idea that his life was about to be drastically altered...

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