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Rik gasped as he bolted down the narrow alleyway. In his arms, he clutched the small gold statue close to his chest as his shaggy feet pounded against the uneven stones beneath. Above, laundry lines criss-crossed between the tall buildings, attached to windows and railings and balconies.

He threw a glance over his shoulder. No commotion, no noise. Good - he'd made a clean getaway. The shop from which he'd stolen the small gold idol had nothing but a flimsy wicker door for protection - not even an iron lock!

Rik wasn't much of a thief, but he did what he had to in order to survive the mean streets of his adopted hometown. No parents, no family, no roof, and no food made him do less than ethical things to get by. At only 16, he had no skills and little hope of securing a job until he turned 18 and could join the army or another trade - construction, dishwashing, and the like.

Rik was not a big dog at a little less than five feet tall. A mutt, the furthest you can get from purebred, he was not much to look at. Wiry gray and brown fur covered his body, which was covered in turn by a few scraps and rags of various clothes, mostly gray now as well with dust and dirt and grime. A skinny belly and a nearly concave chest did little to help the impression that he was naught but a lowly street urchin. He had long, floppy ears and a wiry, thin tail.

He was thin all over, really, with lean definition that came from a life on the run. Like he was now.

Turning a corner, Rik dived down an adjacent alleyway. He knew this area of the city well and all the little hiding spots and quiet places he could relax for a few minutes before going to the fence who would buy the statue from him.

Pah... stupid magic shop. He needed the money more than whoever lived inside that run-down store. The magic shop had been there for years and people rarely went in or out. It was even rarer to see the owner, usually glimpsed through smeared windows, bundled up in silks and other finery. Nobody knew anything about her except that she was reclusive and private.

Breathing hard, Rik sat down heavily beneath a set of wooden stairs in yet another of the city's dirty, narrow alleyways. This late at night, nobody would be around, so he was safe for a while. Looking up, he could glimpse a few stars weakly shining through the misty clouds. There was little light, but the gold statue in his trembling paws appeared to be almost glowing in the weak light.

It was heavy and worth a pretty penny, for sure, Rik thought. More than enough to get food for a few weeks. Maybe even a month! And some clothes, maybe even a bath at the public house.

Rik licked his lips, wetting them down. He was parched. Once he nicked the statue - it was the first thing of value he'd seen after squeezing into the shop through the front door - he ran as fast as he could, as far as he could.

The mutt ran his dirty paw over the statue. It was of a small feline lying on her side, evocatively covered with the barest of blankets. A breast was exposed, as well as her belly. He slipped a matted finger across the statue's head. The feline's face held a bemused sort of grin. A sudden spark made him jolt. He dropped the figure into his lap and stuck his finger in his muzzle. That had hurt!

He glanced around, hoping he hadn't attracted any attention. Rik reached down to pick the statue back up, but it was gone.

He stood up quickly and banged his head on the stairs above, panic rising through him. How could it be gone? There was nobody around and it fell into his lap - he had felt the heavy gold pressing into his thin thighs.

But it was nowhere. Rik scrambled on the ground, shoving dirt one way and another, but there was nowhere the statue could have fallen that he would have lost it.

Cursing under his breath, he turned and leaned back against the wall of the building. He pulled the scraps of cloth around his shoulders more tightly, feeling suddenly cold and hopeless, not to mention the bump forming on the top of his skull. The statue was warmth, food, maybe a decent set of clothes... but now, nothing.

A warm feeling began to spread through him, however, despite his despondency. It was a strange feeling that started in his gut and radiated out into his limbs slowly. He lifted a paw and looked at it, wiggling his fingers as the feeling reached deep into his claws.

"What... what's happening?" he asked, as the warm feeling began to spread further, rising into his neck, then his head. He felt soporific, like he was falling asleep, but he was still fully alert and could sense everything.

Rik rubbed at his furry arms with his paws, trying to rid himself of the unusual warmth, but nothing he did helped. It was a funny sort of feeling, neither bad nor good. Just unusual.

He closed his eyes as the warm feelings increased in intensity. He'd felt almost like this once, when he found a bottle of alcohol in a gutter and drank it all without realizing what it was. His head wasn't spinning and he was still in full control of his faculties, but it was close to the same.

Rik opened his eyes and sighed as every muscle in his body suddenly relaxed. He slumped backwards, blissful, unable to move or react. His eyes slowly lost focus and closed.

When he managed to open his eyes a few moments later, he realized something else was strange, besides the warmth running through his skinny frame. His feet felt heavy.

Struggling to regain his senses, the mutt peered down at his feet through the darkness. They were growing.

And his legs. He could feel it now - a gentle pulsing that quickly grew into a pounding, a rush of blood that took his breath away. Soon his belly, then his chest, and this arms and neck and head, all pounding away as blood rushed through him. His heart felt like it would burst and he opened his muzzle to scream, but there was no noise. What had started slow had erupted within a minute into a near seizure, as he struggled to regain control of his throbbing, pounding limbs.

He was immobile, paralyzed, helpless as he watched and felt his body transform. His swollen feet stretched, growing almost twice as big as they would be normally. The change was working its way up his body and he watched, fascinated and horrified, as his calves swelled and grew, growing thick and strong and powerful. He could feel the bones in his legs lengthening and almost felt sick, but the queasiness passed quickly.

His thighs were next. The skin around the muscles began to stretch and grow as his leg ballooned outwards, until his hamstring muscles were visible even through his fur. His hips cracked and he arched his back as his tail lengthened. His back spasmed as his spinal cord grew and grew and grew, longer and longer. He could feel it snaking its way up his body, taking him with it.

Soon, his head hit the stairs, where before he would have had to stand to worry about getting a bump on the noggin.

His tongue lolled out of his muzzle as he watched, the listless feeling returning even as his belly grew rounder, hardening up magnificently. The thin cloth he wore as a shirt split away and drifted to the ground, letting him see the muscles push up out of the fur on his belly, two at a time, from his crotch to his chest, until he had a hard, highly-defined ten-pack.

As his pectoral muscles swelled and grew, rounding out in front and on the sides, he could feel the thin shorts around his hips stretching and tearing. A massive sheath, as thick as his thigh, crawled up his lower belly, until the top ended just below his belly button. A magnificent black cock rested inside, pulsing gently.

Below, his balls grew just as fast, bulging and roiling as they more than quadrupled in size at first, and then grew even more, until they were far too large for even a sheath as big as the one resting between his legs. The bottoms of the massive balls draped over his thighs, just above his knees.

Finally, he was able to make a noise: a groan, long and low, as his neck stretched and bulged. Thick, powerful cords of muscle ran from the back of his head to his outer shoulders, hiding most of his neck. His head pounded for a moment as it grew larger than before and he panted heavily.

He lifted an arm and looked at his fingers. They were longer, thicker, and capped with long, sharp claws. Rik's paws looked incredibly strong and, as he curled his arm up, he watched in fascination at the massive ball of muscle his bicep formed. It was almost as big as his newly-grown head.

He licked his lips, enjoying the way his lengthy tongue rolled over his swollen lower lip and wrapped around his new, longer canines. They were sharp and pointed, almost long enough to protrude from behind his upper lip, but not quite.

But the changes were not finished. He twitched and gasped as a sudden spasm sent his massive fist through the plaster of the building's wall. The wall turned to dust as though it wasn't even there with a crunch.

His legs spread as he turned half onto his side. Something was changing down there, and only with supreme effort was he was able to reach between his legs, behind his massive testicles, and feel the unmistakable outline of a wet, aching pussy.

Rik's eyes closed as pleasure thrilled through hir body. Hir nipples ached as massive breasts grew outwards, larger and larger, hiding the definition of his pectorals beneath a triple-D set of breasts. They swelled fast, growing within minutes to their full, ripe size.

Rik shuddered as the warm, pounding feeling began to slowly subside, leaving hir out of breath. Shi recovered quickly, however, and sat up slowly in order to examine hir new body. Shi was not aware of the last changes occurring in hir new body - the ones in hir mind.

How could this have happened? Shi ran a paw down hir arm, squeezing the massive muscles rippling under hir fur. Hir fur... no longer wiry and matted, now lush and full, not even dirty. Hir belly, ripped beyond words, more muscular than anything Rik had dreamed of before. Hir massive tits, so full and aching and desperate for attention. Shi ran hir palms over hir nipples, feeling the thick teats. They were huge, thick as three of hir large fingers put together, with broad areola.

Shi squeezed hir nipples and was surprised when thick streams of warm milk spurt out the fat tits. It felt amazing and relieved a tiny bit of the pressure in hir aching breasts, so Rik kept squeezing, making two thick spurts of milk spray forth. A good amount of the fluid landed on hir belly, sheath, and thighs, and shi groaned as the warm fluid soaked into hir fur, wetting the skin.

Rik's cock twitched and shi let out a small cry of pleasure. It began to grow, dispelling all other thoughts from hir mind as the huge head crawled up hir belly. Shi was so big... both paws could not circle around the massive cock and the head eventually rested between hir oversized tits, pulsing gently. The thick black length was lined with wide veins that pulsed with blood as hir huge body fed the massive cock.

As it began to stiffen, shi reached down to the base and let out a deliciously deep groan of delight. Hir knot was forming. It was thick and full and hard to the touch. It throbbed mightily and quickly popped free of hir stretched sheath-flesh. The knot was huge, almost the size of hir disproportionately-sized testicles.

Shi still wasn't all the way hard, but no matter how much shi stroked and teased, shi couldn't quite get there. Shi couldn't cum no matter how hard shi tried. Nothing could penetrate hir mind but the urge to fuck, to screw, to jack off, to cum. But no matter what shi did, nothing mattered - shi simply was incapable of cumming.

Hir swollen, massive balls jostled side to side as shi humped hir paws madly, desperate to cum, but unable to despite hir best efforts. Hir mega-sized knot bumped into hir paws, sending shocks of aching, desperate pleasure throughout hir huge body. But the release shi sought never arrived.

Realizing shi'd never be able to cum, not yet, anyways, Rik got to hir feet. Hir massive breasts hung off hir chest grandly and hir erection curved up into the air, obscenely long and thick. Shi only now realized exactly how big shi was - at least eight feet tall and three times as wide as before.

Shi bit hir lower lip, which was thick and full and dark in color. It was swollen decidedly larger than hir upper lip, which was thinner, but just as dark. Brushing dark grey fur from hir face, the newly-transformed mutt lumbered off down the alleyway, massive cock throbbing in front of hir as hir nipples dribbled milk.

A feeling grew inside hir belly, the knowledge that what shi sought was somewhere nearby.

Hir new bulk was far too large for such a narrow street and hir shoulders crashed into boards and planks of steps and balconies. Shi ignored them as they splintered before hir bulk - they were like toothpicks to the immensely strong and powerful canine.

Rudely awakened by the racket shi was causing, homeowners slowly woke and went to look for the cause of the commotion. The fast-moving dog was already gone by the time they peered out of their doors and windows.

Rik rounded another corner, cock leading the way as shi followed hir instincts. Hir brain was functioning on a very primal level now, not that Rik had ever been the sharpest canine in the world. Shi knew shi was supposed to be somewhere, with someone who would take care of hir. Hir master.

Rik didn't bother knocking at the door of the small, run-down magic shop. Shi pushed the wicker to one side and ducked low as shi entered. Cum dripped from hir cock onto the tile floor as milk dribbled down hir belly. Shi sniffed the air and caught the scent of a tiger.

Near. Very near.

Rik took a few large steps into the back of the shop. There. On the bed. Tiger. Sex. Lust.

Loyalty. Obedience.

Emotions ran through Rik's brain, confusing the canine momentarily. Shi stood still, watching the tiger on the bed, sniffing the air as hir massive cock throbbed mightily. This is where shi was supposed to be. The tiger's scent flooded hir nostrils, making hir moan with desire.

"Ah... that didn't take long," the tiger said. She was tall, elegant, and more beautiful than Rik would have thought from the glimpses through the window. Shi was not wearing much now, only a thin robe that curved over hir large breasts and hugged hir slim hips. Shi was just under six feet tall and barefoot. Gold bangles and hoops hung from hir wrists and necklaces of jewels wrapped around hir neck.

Rik wasn't sure how shi knew the tiger was like hir, both male and female. Shi just knew that this was hir alpha and that shi was loyal.

"You see, I don't like when people steal from me," the sorceress said, standing up beside the bed. Shi walked over to Rik and delicately ran a paw down the hulking canine's broad forehead. Hir fingertip pressed into Rik's fur, over the bridge of hir muzzle, and to the tip of hir sensitive, twitching nose. "Normally you would have simply disappeared, never to be seen again. But I decided on a better course of action, considering your unfortunate situation. Living on the streets is never a good thing."

Rik remained motionless. As soon as the tigress spoke, shi knew that shi was mere property now, and that shi didn't have the right to speak unless spoken to. It was not strange or awkward for the canine. In fact, Rik realized it felt correct. Shi needed a master. Shi needed to be told when to cum, when to fight, when to fuck, when to protect.

The tigress smiled as shi walked slowly around the massively muscled canine, nodding approvingly at the creature's engorged cock, disproportionate testicles, and dripping breasts.

"Yes... you'll do very nicely as my new bodyguard," the tigress purred. She reached out and stroked the back of Rik's neck. Rik whined and leaned slightly into hir paw.

"Good girl," the tigress murmured. "Is my pet very worked up?"

Rik nodded and licked hir lower lip again with hir long tongue.

"Well, we'll have to fix that, won't we?" the tigress said. Shi turned and pushed a wall hanging aside. Behind it was a long, ornate hallway, much nicer and fancier than the rest of the small building. Shi walked down the hallway and motioned for Rik to follow. The hallway was long, much longer than the building was wide. Rik simply accepted the unusual dimensions. It was not hir place to question how or why.

"I'm Gemma, by the way, but you'll never call me that, obviously," the tigress said. "You'll refer to me as Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," Rik said automatically. Shi reveled in the sound of the words as they left hir muzzle. Yes. Gemma WAS hir mistress, no doubt about it.

Gemma reached to hir shoulder and undid a small strap. The silk cloth slid away from hir svelte body in one smooth movement. Silky shoulders and a thing waist were rapidly revealed. Rik's erection throbbed and a spurt of pre-cum splashed onto the tiled floor as hir eyes greedily drank in the tigress's smooth, glistening black and orange fur.

The tigress smiled over hir shoulder at the canine as the cloth slid smoothly over hir rump, exposing the most perfect ass Rik ever thought possible. Then the tigress turned around, revealing a thick, long male member. Rik wasn't surprised, obviously, but eagerly watched it as it bobbed and weaved in the air over the tigress's white-furred belly.

"Come," Gemma said, motioning towards a large chamber off the hallway. "This is where you'll stay when I do not need you."

Rik nodded and padded after hir mistress happily. Shi sniffed the air in the room, but was really simply trying to inhale the tigress's scent more than anything else. Shi loved hir mistress's aroma, especially the way it mixed with the jasmine and cinnamon scents in this room.

"Down, girl," Gemma commanded, and Rik dropped onto all fours instantly.

The tigress walked around the throbbing, muscular canine once more, taking time to brush away some dirt from the mutt's glossy fur. Shi ran hir paws over Rik's shoulders and arms, feeling the biceps, and even looked at the canine's teeth. The mistress inspected almost every inch of the canine, trailing hir paws across the dog's fur and muscles, even using hir fingers to scoop some milk from Rik's leaking nipples for a taste.

Rik's eyes followed the tiger's erection as much as they could. Hir mistress was divine.

Hir inspection finished, the tiger moved out of view quickly. Rik was disappointed that shi couldn't see hir master anymore, but disappointment turned to joy as shi felt a cock tease hir aching, wet pussy.

There were no words to describe the pleasure Rik felt then. It was like a drug swept through hir entire body, from toes to ears. Any lingering doubt was washed away as Gemma cemented hir bond with hir new pet by taking the canine's virginity.

Rik's massive erection began to throb and moments later, great sticky gouts of hot canine seed shot from the tip, painting the wall opposite a bright white. The canine's pussy spasmed around the tigress's erection, squeezing down hard as juice dribbled out over the back of hir thighs.

Rik knew shi would never cum, not ever, unless hir mistress allowed it. As shi ground backwards against hir master's erection, Rik knew that was the way it should be - it would prevent hir from letting hir base instincts come to the fore, keep hir under control. Rik knew shi needed that, and shi loved hir mistress for providing that security.

The canine's muzzle lifted in a howl. Gemma, hips slowly thrusting, simply smiled as shi listened to hir new pet sing hir praises.

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Sometime later...

Rik smiled happily as shi lifted hir head from the lush pillows lining the floor of hir chamber. The unmistakable smell of hir mistress wafted down the hallway and shi stood as Gemma rounded the corner. Rik's cock bulged, dropping from its sheath, until the head dangled mere inches above the floor.

Hir wet, dripping paws moved away from hir throbbing nipples. Shi'd been filling two pails with milk, a morning ritual hir mistress insisted shi perform. Rik's milk, shi knew, was very potent and valuable to hir mistress, who used it to flavor many of hir meals.

"Always so happy to see me!" Gemma cooed as shi entered the room. Shi picked a fluted champagne glass from a small table just inside the door, one of many stationed there, and walked towards the canine.

Shi held the glass just under the canine's thick, dark nipple and, with hir other paw, the tigress slowly caressed the fat nub. A stream of milk filled the glass in seconds and Rik let out a growl of pleasure. Rik was always happy to please hir mistress.

Gemma reached up and adjusted the collar around Rik's neck, so that the simple leather band's buckle faced front. Shi raised the glass to hir perfect lips and sipped as Rik watched, proud to be able to provide the mistress hir milk.

"We're going out today, Rikky, to visit some friends who would just love to meet you."

Rik's muzzle broke into a broad smile. Shi loved anything hir master did, so shi was sure shi would enjoy hir master's friends. Shi lifted hir chin up, letting Gemma attach a lead to the collar.

"And, you'll be happy to know, my friends have got their own pets now as well, so you'll have some new playmates," the tigress purred. Hir paw slid across Rik's rapidly growing erection, making the canine whine with pleasure. "You have worked out so well, they decided they wanted to get their own little pets. Isn't that nice?"

Rik's tail wagged furiously behind hir as shi beamed, pleased with the compliments. Rik leaned hir head down and rested hir chin on Gemma's shoulder, inhaling the tiger's musky scent loudly. Shi was careful to keep hir paws still, by hir side - shi wasn't allowed to touch the tigress, not without explicit permission, but Gemma allowed hir this much. Shi would often lay with hir head in the tigress's lap at nights, simply reveling in the sorceress's presence, while the tiger stroked hir ears absent-mindedly.

The canine's cock jerked as Gemma casually ran hir fingers half ways down the length. Rik's mammoth knot began to expand and push from hir sheath in a lewd display of pleasure.

Gemma still enjoyed watching hir pet react like this; hir only regret was not procuring such a beast sooner.

The tiger tugged the lead downwards, a familiar motion for the canine, who promptly got onto hir hands and knees in front of the tigress. After a few moments, Gemma gave one more gentle tug, and the massive canine eagerly leaned forward, lips parting to slip over the tigress's sheath and firm maleness.

As shi wrapped hir tongue around hir mistress's length, Rik's thoughts briefly drifted. There'd been a time before Gemma, he knew, but it was all a haze. Shi didn't really miss it or anything. Shi did remember doing something naughty, which resulted in punishment.

That wouldn't ever happen again, Rik was sure. Shi would be a good dog. Shi would be loyal and trustworthy and obey hir master's every whim.

And shi would never, ever steal from the sorceress again.