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It was Friday evening. Everybody had long left the venerable Institute of Archeology for a well-deserved weekend, including my supervisor, but I was still shackled to the old, ugly walls by threats and increasingly hollow promises of graduation. Immersed in the cold, flickering glow of the archive's neon lights, I stood halfway up a rickety ten-foot wood ladder with a notepad in one hand and a pen in the other, cataloging the chaotic remains of a dozen previous generations of archaeologists, shelf by shelf, crate by crate.

The thrill of discovery, the call of history, the things that had originally sucked me into studying at the institute, there was almost none of it left as I worked my way through dusty boxes of worthless, antiquated knick-knacks, writing down endless columns of numbers for artifacts that were little more than bulk garbage. Whenever I opened one of the crates to check its content, I was greeted by more unsightly bits of furniture, tattered novellas, and shards of broken glass and pottery, because all of the actually valuable items had long been filtered out and hauled off to somewhere else. What was left was all effort, no reward with a seemingly insurmountable mountain of work still ahead of me as I hadn't even processed half of the worthless mess.

It had taken me two hours to catalog just the single foot of shelf space right next to me, and I hadn't even reached the top shelves yet. Maybe I would be done with this section by midnight? At least if I didn't fall off my flimsy ladder, which was the one thing that made me feel anything other than infinite boredom, causing me heavy palpitations from its random jostling and creaking. But it was no use. I was several months overdue for my thesis. If I didn't want my professor to kick me out, I had to grit my teeth and carry on, so I collected myself with a deep breath and reached into the shelf in front of me to pull out yet another featureless gray cardboard box from the depths of rightfully forgotten history.

Prepared for more disappointment, I wrote a new inventory number onto the side of the carton. Then I untied the string that kept it shut and lifted off the lid to take a peek inside. A nest of musty, old newspaper strips awaited me, likely cradling a broken tin bowl or shattered vase, but when I tilted the box, a glitter of gold flashed at me, and my heart jumped in my chest. Was that actual gold? I tried to curb my excitement, telling myself that it was probably just cheap brass, but that didn't keep my fingers from trembling when I reached in and pulled the artifact out of its centennial slumber.

First I was greeted by the tip of a spout, then I extracted the rest of a large, bulbous oil lamp. It turned out to be made of brass after all, but I wasn't too disappointed as its shiny surface was littered with artful engravings and curious inscriptions, still legible after eons of neglect. Hastily, I searched my pockets for my magnifying glass, almost slipping and dropping it from eight feet up before I got a proper hold of it. Not that the magnification helped much in deciphering any of the symbols. Consisting of stylized pictographs of plants, objects, and animals, they resembled Egyptian hieroglyphs, but I didn't recognize a single one of them.

Had I discovered traces of a new language? My professional curiosity was piqued, but before I could subject the lamp to further research, I momentarily returned it to its box, put the lid back on, put it under my arm, and carefully climbed down the ladder. Back on solid ground, I went to the closest desk I could find and took a seat to inspect my find in closer detail. Opening a new, blank page in my notepad, I steadied my magnifying glass in one hand and my pen in the other, ready to transcribe the letters on the oil lamp.

One by one, I noted down the cryptic symbols until I reached a section covered in dirt and grime. Baked onto the brass for who-knows-how-long, rubbing it with the tip of my sleeve didn't help much, so I picked up the lamp and held it against my chest, scrubbing it vigorously with my entire arm. Finally, the contaminants loosened in a cloud of glittering dust, but when I set it back down and reached for my pen, I noticed that the cloud refused to settle, trails of shimmering white swirling around the oil lamp like smoke on a windy day. Most of the increasingly opaque mist wasn't even coming from the spot I had cleaned but was escaping its spout like steam from a boiling kettle.

Eventually, a dark patch appeared within the growing cloud, and I flinched when a voice as deep and powerful as thunder spoke to me. "Ah, how long has it been? A century? A millennium? Where have you brought me this time, Sabum?"

"W-what is happening? W-who are you? Who's Sabum?" I stammered, heart pounding in my chest while I wondered if I was hallucinating.

Sonorous laughter echoed through the archive as an invisible, imperceptible gust of wind cleared the thick haze in the blink of an eye, revealing a living, breathing jackal right in front of me. I had never seen one in the flesh, but I knew that this specimen wasn't an ordinary one, as he was almost as large as the desk he stood on, and his fur wasn't a natural shade of brown or gray, but a deep, shining black, short enough to reveal his musclebound frame. Plus, he was adorned with rings, loops, and bagels of pure gold around his neck and legs, twinkling and clinking as he turned toward me, peering at me with glowing yellow eyes and slitted pupils in a way that made my blood run cold. "You may call me Alaru, human, and I am deeply in your debt for liberating me from this most unpleasant prison." Snorting in disdain, he kicked the oil lamp off the desk with his hind foot. "To show my gratitude…"

It was a talking beast that had emerged from an oil lamp — a magic oil lamp!? "Y-you're a genie!" I blurted out. "Are you going to grant me three wishes?"

Alaru blinked at me in indignation as I cut him off, then confusion, before his muzzle twisted into a toothy grin and he nodded. "Genie, yes, that's one of the names I have been given, but I prefer spirit. Anyway, I'll, indeed, grant you three of your deepest desires."

No, this wasn't a hallucination. I was probably dreaming after I had fallen asleep from overworking myself in the archive. "Wait, this doesn't make sense. Genies don't exist. This has to be a dream!"

"A dream?" The jackal scrutinized me with a slight frown, then his grin returned. "Take a deep breath. Do you smell that? The scent of roses and vanilla?" he asked, and I stumbled when those exact aromas filled my nose. "Pinch yourself. Do you feel the touch of your fingers? The twinge of pain?" Without thinking twice, I followed his suggestion and grimaced when I accidentally pulled a hair out of the skin on my arm. "If this doesn't convince you that this is not a dream— that I am real, perhaps you want to figure it out with your first wish?"

Alaru had arguably proven his point, but this was too fantastical to be true. My senses told me it was real, but I had studied history and archeology for far too long to be swayed that easily. "Well, what could I wish for to confirm that this is real?"

"That's for you to figure out," the spirit chuckled. "I'm just here to fulfill it."

This definitely wasn't the answer I had hoped for, but the prospect of getting anything I wanted still made the gears in my head turn. "In that case, how about gold?"

"Gold? Certainly, if you wish…"

"Make it one thousand pounds of pure gold bullions and a handful of historic gold coins of your choice."

"Of course. You still have to wish for it, though," the jackal cooed.

"Huh?" I raised my brow. "Then I'll wish for one thousand pounds of pure gold bullions and a handful of historic gold coins of your choice. Does that work?"

The genie didn't say anything. He just nodded at something behind me with a smirk, and when I turned around, I was greeted by a pallet of several hundred bars of gold and a few coins of various sizes poured on top. Eyes widened with joy, I moved toward the precious pile and picked up one of the coins, inspecting it from both sides. "That looks like an actual Dinar from the tenth century. I've never seen one before, but it looks exactly how it's described in literature, and…" I glided my finger across the riveted edge. "It feels like the real deal, too." Then I picked up one of the small bullions, only to almost drop it because it weighed more than I expected. "Wow, this is so heavy, it could actually be gold. So where's the catch?"

"The catch?" the genie asked, tilting his head with a befuddled look.

"Well, isn't there always a catch with you guys? Taking wishes too literally and twisting them into something inferior or dangerous?"

"Oh." The black jackal rolled his eyes and sighed. "No, that's a myth. I really did conjure a pile of gold just like you asked, no strings attached. I'll even give you a scale for free, so you can make sure it's exactly one thousand pounds."

"Are you sure you didn't, like, nick this from the national treasury?"

"Look, you liberated me a few minutes ago from an eternity in that worthless lamp. I have not the faintest clue where I am, or what year it is, so I don't know where your national treasury is. I'm just glad to be free, and I'm in a very generous mood," the magical black jackal assured me. "Please, make another wish to convince yourself, and if you find fault with it, you can wish to undo it."

I scrutinized the genie for another second, then I nodded. "In that case, I want to be stronger. I mean, I wish to be strong enough to… lift this pallet without breaking a sweat or hurting my back, but at the same time I want to be able to control my strength so I don't accidentally hurt someone with it."

Alaru's smirk widened. "Your wish has been granted. You are now able to pick up the pallet and carry it all the way home without getting tired, but you can still shake hands without breaking the other person's hand."

"It's done already? But I don't feel…"

"The pallet is right there. Try it." The jackal's golden anklets tinkled as he pointed to the pallet of gold.

I closed my mouth, then I turned around and dropped to my knees, rubbing my hands before I wrapped them around the edges of the wooden pallet. Taking a deep breath, I cautiously lifted the pallet to not accidentally overextend myself. I fully expected it not to budge an inch, but to my great surprise, I managed to hoist it all up, and before I knew it, I was back on my feet with a thousand pounds of gold in my hold. "You weren't kidding. It actually worked!"

"Of course, it worked."

"And I have one more wish, you say?"

"Indeed. So, what else do you wish for? Or do you want me to undo everything?"

I took just one glance at the heap of gold before I shook my head. "No. There's no need to undo anything." But as easy as it was to keep what I already received from Alaru, figuring out my third wish was harder than wrestling even a smidgen of money and time for a business trip from my professor. While he spent fortunes on his trips abroad, exploring ancient dig sites and meeting the most renowned archaeologists of the world, reaping all the fame, I had to toil in some dusty, worthless archive… "I want to be successful!"

"That's not a wish," the black jackal chuckled, tapping his paw on the edge of the desk. "And even if it was, it's unfortunately not something I can fulfill."

"What? Why? What's wrong with it?" I sighed.

"My powers are not unlimited. I cannot change the future and I cannot change other people either. I can only change the present, and I can only change you because you're the one who makes the wishes," the spirit explained.

"So if I wanted someone to love me, you could not do that?"

"No, I cannot do that, but I can change you into someone they love. Superficially, at least."

"Why didn't you say so from the get-go?"

"If I wanted to explain all the limits and conditions of what you can and cannot wish for, we would be here for a few more years. I don't want that, and I'm pretty sure you don't want that either," Alaru replied. "Besides, you've already made two wishes without it mattering, so just suggest something for the third one, and I will tell you if it works."

"So, I can't be successful, and I can't have everybody love me?"

The genie nodded. "Correct."

"But you can still make me more handsome?"

"Yes, that's a valid wish."

"Oh? Good," I replied. "Then I wish to be the most handsome I can be."

"With the greatest pleasure," the jackal purred, his golden jewelry jingling as he waved a paw at me.

"Wait, how do I know it wor-?" I wondered, but I didn't get to finish my sentence as my voice suddenly disintegrated into a stunned wheeze as if someone had punched me in the gut. There was no pain, just pure, paralyzing shock when I unceremoniously collapsed on the floor, my vision shattering into a swirling, fractured kaleidoscope of sparks and colors.

Gasping for breath, I squirmed and writhed about like a stranded fish for almost a minute before my unexpected, uncontrollable muscle spasms calmed, and once I recovered a semblance of control over myself, I sluggishly raised my head and focused the genie with hazy eyes. "H-hey, wh-what did you do?" I blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the strange spots and distortion in my vision, but my surroundings remained warped and twisted, the shelves and desk looming over me like literal giants. "What just happened?"

The grin on the genie's muzzle became even wider, but there was now something dark and menacing in his glowing eyes. "I made you handsome," he chuckled, finally jumping off the desk and onto the floor beside me. Like the rest of the archive, he had grown larger, towering over me by a whole head as he continued to speak. "But you did not specify what kind of handsome."

"W-what do you mean?"

"Please, have a look for yourself," Alaru cooed, the air next to me starting to flicker like scorching desert air as he settled on his haunches beside me. A purple blur at first, it eventually turned into a magical mirror that showed a reflection of his powerful body and discomforting smile, and right beside him lay a svelte, elegant sighthound with fluffy, luxurious fur, black back and white belly, long, slender white legs with black fetters, tail curled like a sickle, the white snout long and tapered as the jackal's with a stripe of black fur leading down to the nose, and a pair of floppy black and white ears hanging down each side of the head.

"W-who's that?" I stuttered and tried to point at the second canine in the mirror, but my arm refused to move.

"That's an absolutely gorgeous Saluki."

"Why is there a Saluki lying next to you?"

Alaru looked at me, his sharp canines blinking as he let out a guttural laugh. "Think about it, and take all the time you need."

"Wait," I gasped and looked down at my arms, but instead of hands, I found only a pair of long white paws resting on the floorboards. Then I focused on the dark smudge in the corner of my eyes. It was my nose! Had it always been this long? Furred? Dark? What was that movement at my rear? "What the… You turned me into a dog?"

"Yes, but not any ordinary mutt. A beautiful Saluki~"

"You told me there wouldn't be a catch!"

The genie laughed even harder. "Humans are so delightfully easy to deceive. It's three wishes, two to earn their trust, so they forget that the third one is the only one that counts."

"You bastard!" I barked out, my head spinning while I tried to process this nightmare. "I hope for your sake that this is just a very strange dream." Clinging to this feeble notion, maybe if I bit my tongue hard enough, I would wake up? Unfortunately, my attempt only made me wince and whimper in pain.

"You're not dreaming, Charlie."

"W-wha… how do you know my name!?" I gasped, glaring at the black jackal.

The magic canine bent closer toward me with that same eerie, unflinching grin on his muzzle. "We spirits have the means and ways to uncover the most obscure mysteries of the world," he whispered. "But I honestly only read the name tag on your shirt."

My cheeks flushed bright red, and my already rattled state took another harsh blow when I looked down at my belly and found… nothing but five pairs of nipples lining the silky white fur. "I'm naked! Where are my clothes? What did you do to my clothes?"

"You're a dog, Charlie. You won't need them anymore."

Still staring at myself, I couldn't help but feel like something else was missing. I didn't know much about canine anatomy but… "I— I'm a female dog?"

"Well, I turned you into my personal definition of handsome," Alaru said. "Which happens to be a Saluki bitch."

"N-no! Turn me back!"

"Why would I do that?" the jackal asked.

"I wish for you to turn me back into a human."

He shook his head with a smug grin. "You already had your three wishes."

"Can you even turn me b-back?" My voice hitched before it devolved into a pitiful croak.

"Yes, I can turn you back."

"Will you turn me back?"

"No."

"You have to turn me back!"

"No."

"What do I have to do for you to turn me back?"

"You have to earn yourself another wish," the magical jackal explained.

"How do I earn another wish?"

"Serve me," the genie stated, his smug grin sending chills down my spine. "And if you serve me well, I may grant you another wish."

"You may grant me another wish?" I barked. "You know what, you fooled me once, I can't let you fool me again! Screw you!" Then I rolled onto my belly and awkwardly heaved myself to my feet, only to lose my balance and crash back down the moment I overthought the placement of my now four furred feet.

Alaru's amusement was palpable as he watched me struggle with my new shape. "All right, so what are you going to do instead? Do you think it is a good idea to just run and try your luck in that nasty, uncaring world out there? You're a dog without an owner. In the best case you'll be caught and brought to an animal shelter, becoming someone's pet, and in the worst case…" He made an unambiguous gesture with his paw. "Even if you manage to escape the humans, the wilds aren't a particularly kind place either."

My muzzle went dry as dust as the spirit sardonically listed a few potential demises an inexperienced creature like me might encounter in the wilderness before I cut him off. "I can still talk!"

"But they won't understand you."

"I will draw letters with my paws!"

"Tell me, how likely is it that you'll encounter a human who's patient, smart, and kind enough to watch your attempt at communication and capitalize on it immediately?" Alaru wondered. "They also cannot turn you into a human, but you will be an oddity for everyone to ogle and examine for sure."

I opened my muzzle, closed it again, hemming and hawing as I tried to conceive of a good response, but there was nothing. I would probably sell myself. Glaring at the grinning black jackal, I finally growled, "And how can I trust you to treat me any better? You've already betrayed me once."

"Why do you think I would treat you badly?" the canine spirit chuckled incredulously. "I turned you into the most beautiful being I can think of, so why would I hurt you?"

I snorted at his words, but he wasn't wrong. My options were limited. "How am I supposed to serve you? What's in it for me?"

The jackal placed a paw on my shoulder and I had to gather all my shaken willpower not to snap at him. "I will give you the most luxurious food and shelter I can find. The most precious meats, the sweetest fruit, the softest beds, and whatever entertainment you desire, books, art, you name it, I will provide it."

"And what's the catch? What do I have to do for you?"

Alaru bent toward me, his muzzle within two inches of my ear as he whispered, "You will become my mate and bear my pups, that's all I ask for."

I froze, staring at him with wide eyes while I tried to process his words, a demand so outrageous, yet so simple and straightforward. I felt cold, then hot, then cold again before I finally snapped out of my shock and hissed, "That's been your plan all along, hasn't it?"

Looking as if I had caught him with his paw in the cookie jar, the black jackal lilted, "Perhaps."

"Why me? Why don't you just leave me be and look for some other feral bitch out there? You can already change her to whatever you want, and she won't be as upset about it either."

"What would you have done if I had let you leave with all three of your wishes? Would you have spent all that gold without rousing any suspicion somehow? Would you have gotten institutionalized because you kept talking about genies and magic? Maybe you would've tried to convince others to track me down?" Alaru's expression darkened. "Do you really think I would've just let you go? That's a risk I cannot take, and there aren't many alternatives." Once again, he made an unambiguous cutting gesture with his paw. "Of all my options, this is the only one where I dare to let you live."

"As your personal sex slave? You really won't ever turn me back, will you?"

"You're free to leave at any time, Charlie. I'll even let you take all the gold if you think it will increase your chances out there," the spirit stated. "Or you stay with me and live a life of abundance with a magical spirit who can grant wishes and create riches from thin air, the only price being your body."

I glared at him, a low growl escaping my gritted teeth.

"Take all the time you need, darling~"

I turned around and looked at the dark windows of the archive, thinking about heading home to my apartment. How hard could it be to take the same path I had taken day in, day out? I only needed to find an alternative way in because the genie had vanished my keys with the rest of my clothing.

And what about my neighbors? Food? Work? Rent?

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it would take at most a week before someone noticed that I was gone, and then what? Besides, I hadn't walked five steps without tripping over my own stupid four feet since I had been turned into a dog, and it was two miles back home. Two miles in the middle of a cold, dark night…

"Any groundbreaking ideas so far?"

I huffed, staring at Alaru with furious indignation, but I had nothing. No matter how I turned or twisted it, my best shot lay with the bejeweled originator of the — now useless — thousand pounds of gold beside my furred black flank. Taking a deep breath, then another, and a third one, I finally nodded at him and sighed, "Alright, you win. I'll stay with you."

"Wonderful. I'll make sure you won't regret your decision," the jackal cooed, beaming at me while I regretted absolutely everything I had said and done ever since I found that cursed oil lamp on the shelf.

"And what now?"

"Now we consummate our new partnership," Alaru said. "Please, get on your back, Charlie."

I grimaced, hating that I had to submit myself to this male beast, but I did as told and rolled onto my back, exposing my tender white underbelly to the large black canine. I wasn't sure what he had in store for me, but I knew that I was fully at his mercy, and I reflexively tucked my tail between my hindlegs as he looked me up and down with an excited sparkle in his eyes.

"Beautiful~"

I watched with bated breath as the genie sauntered next to me and bent over my chest, sampling my scent with a few deep huffs, his nostrils flaring and fluttering. Then he parted his lips, a drop of his saliva soaking into my fur as he darted out his wet pink taster and flicked it across one of the ten rosy buds that lined my underside.

Alaru's lick lasted only a fraction of a second, but it was enough to send a powerful quiver through my spine, an involuntary gasp escaping my muzzle as he touched me unlike anyone before. My forepaws clenched up as I resisted the urge to swipe at him, while he acknowledged my reaction with a playful chortle. "Oh my, such a lively response and I've barely done anything yet."

A thousand curses lay on my tongue, but I didn't say a word. I only glared at the insolent beast as he followed up the first flick of his tongue with a much bigger, wetter lick. With a lustful snort, he dragged his slippery muscle over my bud and lavished it with wide strokes, making sure to shine my whole teat and all the fur around it with his spit.

This time, it wasn't just the implications that made me groan, but the very real feel of his tongue that sent a mighty tingle through my furred, changed form. A tingling that grew even stronger when he wrapped his entire muzzle around my sensitive nipple, greedily sucking on it for milk that would not come — yet.

"You'll make a wonderful mother for our pups."

I growled at Alaru, then I laid back my head and stared at the shelves of the archive, skimming the rows upon rows of cardboard boxes to distract myself from the male's obnoxious interest in my underside. But while I could avert my eyes, I couldn't ignore his eager slurps and huffs, the hot, wet caress of his tongue, and the increasingly prominent, heavy musk that emanated from his powerful black frame. He smelled like dog, a big, distinctly male dog, but what once made me wrinkle my nose and walk by in a hurry had become strangely… intriguing. It was no longer a uniform, unpleasant stench, but revealed a plethora of nuanced, exciting aromas, and before I knew it, the shelves and boxes blurred into a muddy gray mess as I lost myself in the jackal's intoxicating scent with deep huffs.

A sudden pinch jolted me out of my stupor, and I reflexively swatted at the genie. "H-hey, be careful!"

Withdrawing his muzzle from my lowest teats, Alaru let out a chuckle. "Apologies, Charlie. I may have gotten carried away a little." He teasingly flicked his tongue against the nipple he had bit, soothing it with a fresh coat of spit. Then he climbed on top of me, and although I still refused to look at him, the shadow of his furred rump crept into the corner of my eyes, and his scent became more intense, enveloping my slender snout like a thick fog.

Eventually, I grew curious enough to take a peek, and when I turned my head toward the male, I was greeted by the tip of his fluffy black tail. It was raised enough to reveal his tight rosy pucker underneath, and my gaze naturally trailed down his perineum to his two sizable testes. Veiled in thick, shaggy black fur and embraced by thin, glittering gold chains, each of his orbs was as big as my paw, and as I continued to look along his sheath, I finally spotted his penis.

The canine spirit's cock was the biggest I had ever seen, much bigger than my own used to be. Tapered at the tip like the nib of a pen and thickening toward its center, its bright, swollen red was interspersed with a web of thin, purple veins, and it was utterly soaked in his juices. Was it pre? Sweat? I didn't know, but a single whiff of its ripe, potent stench was enough to make me groan and tremble in confused arousal.

"Oh my, you're getting quite wet down here. Are you enjoying my attention so much?"

"N-no," I stuttered, almost choking on my drool as it spilled over my chaps. Alaru wasn't even touching me anymore, but the strange tingling in my loins was still growing stronger, and my entire body heated up as if I had run all the way home from the institute, leaving me gasping for air and sucking in more of his intoxicating scent.

While I struggled with the blooming warmth inside me, the genie placed his paws onto my hindlegs and spread them apart with tender force, slipping his head in between to sample a whiff of my crotch. His hot, wet breath poignantly reminded me that I was no longer a man as it washed over a particularly sensitive spot between my thighs, my brand-new canine pussy.

The jackal didn't give me any time to ponder my changed sex, as he followed up his huff with a wide slurp across my squishy black folds, surprising me with a powerful surge of stimulation. It was so much that my mind blanked and I arched up, unleashing a wet, trembling whine. Of course, the male wasn't remotely satisfied with that one lick, and he eagerly extended his ministrations, his tongue embarking on a wild dance across my vulva, exploring every plump curve and bend of my plump, sensitive organ.

I was completely unprepared for Alaru's relentless flurry of affection. The rush of stimulation momentarily suspended my resentment and reservations against him, as I was too distracted by all these new, unfamiliar sensations to think clearly, and I burst into even noisier whimpers when his tongue slammed deeper into my virginal cunt, stretching and exploring every single inch of my tight channel.

It wasn't long before the male reached the stiff, sensitive clit tucked away within my depths. I howled when he shoved his powerful muscle up against my pleasure bud, and my vision blurred as I was too stunned to comprehend the sudden spike of stimulation. Then he wrapped his entire muzzle around my flexing sex and sucked on it as if it was a big, plump teat, delving his insatiable tongue even deeper to subject me to an unyielding storm of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Alaru's musk was as strong and intoxicating as ever, and his cock now rubbed directly against my cheek. But despite my uncontrollably growing arousal, I didn't return his licks, because I wasn't into that, I wasn't into males, I wasn't into dicks, and most importantly, I was absolutely not into him. It didn't matter that he had turned me into a Saluki bitch, because I was still my original male self in the female's body. At the same time, his cock smelled so unexpectedly, muzzle-wateringly enticing, and there was something inexplicably enchanting about its intense, glowing shade of red, his mighty girth, and that powerful pulsing that set it apart from boring human dicks like the one I used to have not too long ago…

But was it actually me who was beguiled by the big magical jackal's penis, or was it the primal instincts of my new body? Was there even a difference between the two? I had to postpone my mental struggle when I was distracted by a mounting tension in my breast, and while the male kept rubbing his rod against my cheek without a hint of shame, smearing his sticky, musky pre all over my neck, I clenched my paws and gritted my teeth, groaning and whining as every single fiber of my body prepared for my first orgasm as a female dog. Surprisingly, the build-up didn't feel all that different from what I was used to. All these strange, exotic sensations of my new parts and organs culminated in the same familiar way as if he had stroked my no-longer-existent dick, and just moments later, I exploded into an explosion of unparalleled relief.

A guttural howl of bliss escaped my muzzle when the climax hit me full force, my legs trembled like leaves in the wind as I erupted into frenzied contractions, and my channel clenched and tightened violently around Alaru's tongue. Not that my orgasm stopped him. No, he doubled down on his ministrations. Tightening his muzzle around my flexing spade, he sucked on it even harder, squeezing the sensitive tissue while his tongue assaulted my swollen clit with merciless flicks and strokes, catapulting me into even higher spheres of delight until I couldn't tell up from down anymore.

The magical rush of bliss lasted for a full minute before it began to subside, and once my convulsions faded, the magical jackal parted his lips and released my plump pussy from his hot, wet muzzle with a meaty pop. Then he pulled his head away from my crotch and climbed off me, removing his leaking, throbbing taper from my face before my lust-fogged mind cleared and I could develop second thoughts about this whole affair.

"That wasn't too bad, was it? Because it certainly sounded like you enjoyed yourself."

The jackal's voice snapped me out of my happy, hazy afterglow and wrested me back into cold, uncomfortable reality like a bucket of icy water. The dopey grin on my lips twisted into a frown and my cheeks flushed with deep embarrassment as I looked at him with a dismissive snort. Had it really been this easy for him to turn me into his lust-drunk bitch? Was I really this easy to manipulate with my most primitive urges?

Alaru acknowledged my sudden swing of mood with a sigh, then he smacked his lips and waved his paw at me. "Mhm, get on your belly and lift that sweet, fluffy butt for me, and I'll show you how much better a real cock feels."

With his fat, throbbing crimson cock dangling from his sheath, the spirit made his intentions crystal clear in more than just one way, yet I hesitated to obey, afraid of losing myself again. Besides, he was pretty big and I had never taken anyone else. Honestly, I still didn't even want to take anyone, especially not him, especially not after everything that had happened, and the thought of having a family with him, birthing his pups was giving me pause about our deal now that he was actually about to mount me.

I simply couldn't let him do that.

"N-no."

The jackal rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he pinned me with his blazing yellow eyes, his pupils narrowed to thin slits. "I said, turn around and lift that tail for me so I can fuck you, bitch. I won't ask again."

His tone had become harsh and laced with disappointment. No more please and no more joking around, he expected me to obey, or else… A chilly shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the alternative, and I begrudgingly swallowed my pride and shaken sexuality and rolled onto my belly. At least in this position, I looked away from him when I shakily braced my hindpaws against the floor and raised my rump, hesitantly lifting my tail to expose my furred rear and swollen, spit-soaked spade to him.

"Good girl."

I pressed my lips together, subduing a whine as he smugly reminded me once again that I was no longer a man, but his mate, his bitch, and that he was about to put me into my place.

"So tight and dripping wet~"

I wanted to bark at him to shut up and just get it over with already, but I didn't dare speak up. He was taking his sweet time sauntering toward me, and after I had already objected to him, outright challenging him seemed foolish. After all, we both knew that I was fully at his mercy, and my new pussy was the only bargaining chip I had, so I closed my eyes, held my breath, and just waited for him to claim me.

Alaru's footsteps drew closer and closer, his golden chains and anklets jingling and jangling until suddenly, something wet and cold prodded my sensitive entrance. I yipped as he sniffed me, I groaned when he gave me another broad lick across my tensing sex, and I gasped when he finally mounted me in a single big leap, pinning me to the floor with his heavy, towering frame while his swollen red cock slapped against my thigh. "F-fuck, you're heavy."

My remark elicited a hearty laugh from the black jackal as he began to thrust his hips against me. He whacked his rod against my legs a few times until his tapered tip got stuck on the fat folds of my pussy, triggering the same kind of stimulation as his initial slurp across my spade. However, since I knew that it wasn't his tongue, but his huge, rock-hard erection that was knocking against my virginal entrance, I reflexively cinched up and let out a pathetic whine as I once more had second thoughts.

But the male hardly gave me time to contemplate my concerns, and before I could say anything, he pushed forward with the full force of his hips. It didn't matter that I was clenching hard, as his tapered shape let him glide in the first inch effortlessly, and I was so wet and thoroughly lubricated with his spit and my juices that he managed to slam the rest of his fat, swollen cock inside me without any trouble, robbing me of my virginity in one forceful thrust.

As the huge canine spread my pristine channel in all directions and compressed my sensitive clit against the squishy tissue around it, a spontaneous firework of stars and sparkles erupted before my eyes and the air escaped my lungs in a wet, vibrating howl. It wasn't a cry of pain, though, but one of uncontrollable, incomprehensible pleasure. Nothing, not even his vigorous licking came close to this otherworldly sensation and the sheer fullness I experienced when he bottomed out inside me, the shaggy, soaked rim of his sheath kissing my stretched spade with a sloppy smack.

"Fuck, there's nothing better than a tight, wet virgin bitch." Alaur's voice was deep and heavy as he spoke, dripping with hungry desire. "I can't wait to knot you and pump a few pups into your fertile little womb~" So utterly humiliating. "And don't you worry. I know you're going to love this even more than the licking, and you'll soon be begging for more."

The genie probably wasn't even wrong, but I refused to entertain the idea that I could enjoy anything he did to me. No, I gritted my teeth and clamped down even harder around his cock, hoping that it would be over soon even though it had only just begun.

Once Alaru was done gloating, he yanked back his hips and started to rut me with rapid thrusts. Two inches out, two inches in, again and again, he gave me no time to get used to his size or strength as he went feral on my tight spade, a glittering spray of my juices splattering all over my legs and onto the floor as he rammed his turgid cock inside me like the piston of a pump. As if the wet, nasty slurping and squelching of his wild thrusts and the clattering of his worthless, pretentious jewelry weren't disgraceful enough, I had to listen to his every huff and grunt as he mated with me. Heavy, harsh, and so uncomfortably horny, especially since he wouldn't stop talking while I failed to articulate a single clear word in between my frantic squeals and howls.

"You're so fucking hot and tight, Charlie."

I whined with my head on the ground, muzzle ajar and drooling onto the wooden floorboards while his thrusts literally split my brain in half with merciless stimulation, unable to think as he scrambled my thoughts as much as my insides.

"Such a wet, noisy bitch."

Pressing my lips together, I tried to suppress my next cry, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. I managed to hold it in for exactly one second before I failed and burst into an even wetter, needier howl as he battered his huge taper deep inside me again, making the nerve endings in my stretched vulva and deepest depths sing with sweet, heavenly pleasure.

"Are you loving my cock so much?"

I wanted to tell Alaru to shut his vile muzzle. I wanted him to pull out and slam it in even harder. I wanted him to knot me with his fat, swollen fuck meat even if I wasn't entirely sure what that meant yet. Blindsided by my own uncontrollable lust, I actually fell silent for a few moments. Trapped somewhere between abject shame, blinding rage, and pure, primitive pleasure, I actively fought against the corrupting onslaught of stimulation, growling and digging my claws into the floor while I desperately refused to enjoy any of it, clinging to the few scraps left of my pride and willpower. I had yielded once, but I wouldn't yield again.

But the black jackal didn't yield either, and it was clear that this wasn't going to be a quick affair as he hammered me with unwavering stamina, every thrust deeper than the last. "Fuck, you've got such a perfect spade, Charlie~ I can't wait to knot you."

The raw, unashamed lust in the male's words finally broke me because no matter what I did and thought, he was going to cum inside me and enjoy every second of it, and I would enjoy it just as much, because who was I even kidding? His licking had felt better than masturbation ever had, and the pleasure from his feral pounding was a dozen times more intense still, pushing me toward the edge of another orgasm in a heated rush. My new body was tensing up in anticipation, my bestial instincts desperate to receive his seed, and whatever pride was I clinging to anyway? I had become a dog, a feral bitch, and I was currently getting mounted, rutted, bred by a stronger, bigger, superior male, my new mate.

Accepting the undeniable reality of my situation, I closed my eyes and let go, releasing all that pent-up shame and anger in a deep, freeing moan of pleasure. No more thoughts, no more worries, no more struggle, I succumbed fully to the storm of stimulation.

"Ah, I was already worried you had swallowed your tongue," Alaru purred. "Come on, howl for me, bitch. Show me how much you love my big, fat dick inside you."

Once again, the male was teasing me, provoking another reaction, testing how much of a fight I had left in me, but this time I didn't offer any resistance. No, I howled out in mindless joy, surrendering to him and his words as much as to my own blazing arousal.

"There we go, good girl."

Good girl. Tense as a bowstring, I dug my claws into the floorboards as his next thrust moved me onto the brink of an orgasm. Good girl. Of course, he wouldn't stop just because I was about to cum, aggressively pounding my clenched spade to launch me right over the edge. Good girl. So wrong, so deeply humiliating, yet so right and so effective while I was the most receptive and vulnerable, his two words were the only thing left echoing through my mind when I inevitably burst, unraveling into the most intense climax of my life. Good Girl.

My brain melted down in a firework of ecstasy, my senses dissolved into a hazy blur, and my lower body exploded into violent contractions, my abdominal muscles clenching and clamping down around Alaru's huge cock with almost painful might. My forceful squeezing drew a deep, guttural groan from the male, his voice reverberating with perverted glee, but he didn't slow down, merely taking my climax as an opportunity to pound me even harder. Again and again, even faster and harder, he rammed his swollen, veiny rod into my convulsing channel, stoking my high with surge after surge of stimulation until I had melted into a puddle of trembling, mindless bliss on the ground, unable to do anything but receive his rough loving with helpless cries of joy.

While I was cumming, the noise of the jackal's merciless rutting suddenly grew louder. The wet slurping and smacking were joined by harsh, echoing slaps, something massive bashing into my flexing spade that was much harder than the rim of his sheath. I wasn't sure what was happening, barely able to process the novel sensation in my orgasmic rush, when he growled into my ear, "I hope you're ready, girl, because I'm about to knot your tight, hot cunt." Then he dug his teeth into my scruff, his hot breath washing over my neck as he twisted his muzzle and forced me into absolute submission, my body reflexively going limp beneath him.

My spade clenched violently as Alaru thrust his hips forward and pushed his fat, turgid knot against it, stretching my plump folds wider and wider until it finally slipped in with a wet, meaty pop. I howled out in overwhelmed bliss as the huge, inflated base pressed against my clit and his tip reached deeper than ever, piercing the narrow, sensitive entrance to my womb, and I was catapulted into even higher spheres of ecstasy when his huge rod started tensing and flexing furiously inside me.

Once the jackal had buried himself inside my cunt, he joined my cry with a heavy, throaty growl of his own, and a wet, sticky warmth began spreading through my belly as he spurted rope after rope of his thick, virile seed right into my uterus. I was too busy cumming my brains out to comprehend all the far-reaching implications of his gooey eruption, but my primal instincts embraced the stuffing with ravenous greed and deep satisfaction, my contractions accelerating and growing more frantic, desperate to receive every last drop of his precious pup batter. Not that there was any risk of me spilling anything since his cock kept my entrance plugged like a fat, swollen cork, locking us together like two pieces of a puzzle.

We spent almost two minutes like that, huffing, groaning, and whining in ecstasy while Alaru pumped squirt after squirt inside me before the most intense and by far longest climax of my life finally released me from its overpowering, mind-shattering hold. But it didn't fade entirely. My spade continued to clench around his huge breeding meat, the powerful tingling of stimulation persisted, and my mind cleared only enough to give me back control of my five senses, but remained thickly clouded by lust.

Still too dazed to talk, I shook and whimpered when the magical black jackal loosened his bite and released my neck, tugging and twisting at our unyielding tie as he unceremoniously dismounted me and turned around. I wasn't sure why he felt compelled to move so much, but he stopped with a happy sigh once we stood butt-to-butt, our clenching sphincters winking at one another and our tails touching at their base. "Fuck, that was perfect. You're one of the tightest, noisiest bitches I've ever had, Charlie. I love it."

I wasn't sure how to respond. Did he expect me to thank him for turning me into his Saluki bitch and giving me the two most intense orgasms of my life, stretching me out unlike never before, and stuffing me like a turkey? Not that I could form any coherent thoughts anyway while his huge, bulbous slab of cock meat stuck inside me, and when I finally regained some control over my tongue, I slurred, "W-why are we stuck?"

"Huh? Oh right, figures you don't know how dogs mate." Alaru laughed, teasingly tugging on my stretched, bulging spade. "We're stuck together because of my knot. It makes sure we stay snugly tied until I'm done cumming."

"W-wait, y-you're still cumming?" I stammered.

"Yes, and I'll probably last for another ten or twenty minutes."

"O-oh." I groaned in surprise. I was already feeling full and bloated from his cum, and here he was telling me that he'd last at least ten more minutes? "I- I'm going to get pregnant from this, r-right?"

"No, I don't think so," the jackal chuckled.

"W-wait, I won't?"

"Yes, since you're not at heat right now. You'll know when you are, though~"

"O-oh, right," I muttered, wondering how many more things I still had to find out about my new body. That matter became secondary, however, as I skimmed the tall, towering shelves of the archive around me and realized a much more pressing concern. "And what do we do now? Where do we go after you're done t-tying me?"

"Well, it's your hometown. You know it better than I do. Where would you suggest we go?"

"I- I don't know. I'm not a human anymore, and I know nothing about being a dog. It's all different now." Not to mention scarier, especially during a dark, stormy night, and I shivered just thinking of heading out of the building. "B-but it's the beginning of the weekend. Nobody will be at the institute for another two days, so maybe we can stay here, at least for the night?"

"That sounds good to me," Alaru replied. "Though, this place doesn't feel particularly… comfortable at the moment. Let's change that, shall we?"

I wasn't sure what the jackal could possibly do to make this drab, dusty archive even remotely comfortable, only to watch with widening eyes as the desk next to us was replaced by a large, luxurious bed, large veils of soft red silk hiding the ugly shelves and separating us from the rest of the archive, while the floor below my paws turned into thick, ornate carpets and a few large brass bowls of fruit and snacks appeared in front of me. Even the musty smell of old cardboard boxes and worthless artifacts was washed away by the smell of fresh lavender and cedar wood, and a gentle warmth enveloped me like a cozy blanket. "How's this?"

I was too stunned to say anything, but looking at the luxurious bed and delicious treats the genie had conjured from thin air, still bathed in the sparkling tingle of our tight, throbbing tie, I dared to consider the unthinkable, if only for a fleeting moment: maybe being his bitch wasn't so bad after all.