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Tori held the old oil lamp in her hands, looking at its tarnished bronze and dull glass with a skeptical eye. Sara leaned back against the railing, glass of wine in her hand, watching in amusement as the vixen ganced up at her.

'A genie?' Tori said flatly. 'In this thing? I thought genies were supposed to be in something more... exotic. This thing looks like it came out of your gran's basement.'

'It did, actually.' Sara chuckled and sipped her wine, 'I was cleaning out the old bag's house and found this. Haven't seen it since I was a kid. It spent most of its time sitting in a display case in the living room where she could use it as an ice breaker. Always said it contained the soul of a djinn that would grant you wishes, but only if it liked you.'

Tori grinned, 'I didn't think genies were the choosey sort.'

'This one is, apparently. Gran always forbade me from doing it. Then, for some reason, she decided to put it in the basement with all the other crap she didn't like. I completely forgot about it until now.' She sighed and then cocked her head slightly, 'Why don't you try it? Three wishes. That's the rule.'

'What? You can't be serious? I hate to break it to you, Sara, but genies don't exist and wishes don't come true. At least not without an awful lot of money...'

'Then what's the harm?'

'Have you made any wishes?'

Sara shrugged, 'Last night when I found it. Thought it'd be a laugh. Nothing's happened.'

'Alright. What're the three things I want most in life?' Tori mused after a moment.

'Don't forget to rub it.' Sara winked as Tori's expression cleared, coming to a conclusion.

Feeling a little bit silly, but up for a giggle regardless, she rubbed her palm across the dull bronze and said, 'I wish... I wish I had bigger boobs, a big pile of money and a big hunk to sweep me off my feet.'

Sara dissolved into intoxicated giggling, doubling over as she snorted. She grabbed at the veranda railing and tried to steady herself whilst Tori waited expectantly, staring at the lamp, then looking at her flat chest, her gaze finally going back to the lamp. Tori put the lamp down on the small garden table and scooped up her glass of wine, finishing it off with mock disappointment.

'What a waste of time.' She huffed. 'Here's me putting my hopes and dreams of something more than a B cup on a piece of yard sale tat.'

'Solid wishes though.' Sara laughed, 'Who doesn't want big boobs, lots of money and a hot man to bed them every night?'

'Screw this. It's two in the morning. I'm going home to bed before I incite a hangover. I'll see you at the weekend.' Tori said and blew her a kiss.

She grabbed her bag and coat from the kitchen table, said her last good-byes of the night to Sara and started the short walk home.

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The front door swung closed with a soft click behind her and she stood in the hallway, ears cocked, listening to the subtle groans of her house. She flicked the light on and surveyed the wide hallway; the door to the living room on the left, the door to her office on her right, and, at the end of the hall was the staircase that, for some reason only known to those who built the house, lead straight into the kitchen. The noise she heard was low, threatening and persistent. It was a new sound, reminiscent of when she had first bought the place and the stairs were half-eaten by woodworm and unable to bear much weight beyond a single person at a time. It was the sound of wood under increasingly intensifying stress. A knot of worry settled heavily in the pit of her stomach as she dropped her bag and followed the noise, tracing it back to the stairs. The door under the stairs led down into the basement and it was straining against hinge and lock. Tori edged closer, nostrils flaring, trying to scent out the problem even as she studied the narrow gaps forming between door and frame.

There was a slight metallic smell, underscored by the musty scent of the basement coming from between the gaps. She turned the stairs light on and the naked bulb cast a little more illumination on the scene. Tori squinted, seeing something glittering in the light. It looked gold, with a few specks of colour between and the pressure was growing by the second. She backed away from the basement door, fear scuttling through her and her instinct screaming at her to get out of the house. She obeyed her instinct and turned and ran, but before she could reach the front door, the basement door burst from its hinges, swinging wide on its tormented lock. Tori was knocked off her feet by the ensuing avalanche of precious metals and stones, jewelry and trinket boxes. She lay sprawled, dizzy, on a shifting mat of gold coins, nuggets and gems, the world tinkling and clinking around her.

The loot piled up against the bottom of the front door, showering her with more coins and gems, an oversized, ostentatious crown of twisted silver, encrusted with rubies tumbling past her right shoulder. She waited numbly for things to settle before she pulled herself into a sitting position and looked around. She was a foot closer to the hallway ceiling, her discarded handbag and coat buried under a flood of glittering riches. The ornate, faux-antique table that was used as a dumping ground for whatever she found in her pockets was crooked, possibly broken. There was not a patch of carpet to be seen and her wallpaper had been torn in places. She looked back at the open basement door. It was half buried, sitting at an awkward angle and the door frame was a splintered mess. She scurried across the blanket of gold and silver towards the open basement door and found that the entirety of the lower level of her house was full to the brim. Some small part of her that was not jibbering in confused terror hoped her boiler was still intact and had survived the event. The last thing she wanted to do was to phone the gas board and explain to them how her newly installed, three-week old boiler had been crushed by a mysterious appearance of precious metals and gems worth several million credits.

She kneeled before the cluttered portal, hands to her face, her eyes wide in shock. Her breathing was coming in short gasps and she did not know if she wanted to laugh or cry, or both at the same time.

'What the fuck... what the fuck... where did all of this come from?' She muttered, staring glassy-eyed at the mess, 'Who did this? Oh my god, what do I do now?'

There was a dull thud outside that shook the house to its very foundations. The impact shifted the pile of gold beneath her and she toppled sideways with a surprised yelp. Something broke the back door down and she heard heavy footsteps stomping through the kitchen, towards her. She pulled herself upright again and looked at the kitchen door, now filled with a golden furred kitsune. He was dressed in a pair of black leather pants, a white shirt and a blue long coat. His sapphire eyes were luminous and piercing, and she almost wilted under his gaze as he stared hard at her, nostrils flaring, tails waving behind him in a fan of annoyance.

'So this is where the contents of my vault went.' He growled, ears flattening against his head.

Tori stuttered and scooted backwards, whimpering when she backed up against the wall. He stepped onto the pile and stalked towards her, his every step sure and his shoulders squared. She looked up at him, mouth dropping open, her words of defense fading. He towered over her, looking down his nose at her.

' 'm not a thief.' She mumbled, her eyes hot with tears, 'I don't know how this got here. I don't know where it came from. I've just got home. I swear!'

He scrutinized her for long, silent seconds before turning away. It had felt as if he was staring directly into her soul, reading her every intention and thought. It was a relief when he diverted his attention to the open basement.

'You made a wish. Three wishes, in fact. Tonight, on an old oil lamp your friend found in her deceased grandmother's basement. Correct?' He said, still peering into the basement.

'What? How did you know? Have you been stalking me? Who are you!' She demanded, her mood turning around at this revelation. Only she and Sara knew about the oil lamp, and she had never seen this man in her entire life. In fact, she had no idea that kitsunes existed. They, like genies and wishes coming true, were the stuff of legends, myths and fairy tales. They did not exist. He had to have implants. Having optical wetware installed in the eyeballs to emit a glow was currently all the rage, but having multiple tails installed was something else. What baffled her the most, however, was the sheer amount of wealth that had put her house's structural integrity to its test, and she found herself questioning her beliefs and reality.

'Never trust a djinn of any sort. If you ask it to grant you a wish, that wish will come with a price.' He gestured expansively at the wealth that buried her basement and hallway. He turned around, mischief glittering in his eyes, a small smile on his lips, 'Three wishes... what were they? Oh yes. Riches, an attractive man - I'm flattered, by the way - and, what?' He put on a front of thinking what the other wish could be and Tori flushed with embarrassment, her ears turning pink as he looked her over, 'Endowment. Though I don't know why you would want such a thing. You're perfectly attractive as is.'

'How did you know?' She whispered, looking down at her hands, now clasped in her lap.

'I'm a very powerful creature.' He said bluntly, 'Unlike my lesser brethren, I do not like to play around. Unless, of course, it is with someone who has taken my fancy. And my hard earned cash.' He added with a frown.

Tori's ears turned red as her embarrassment turned to shame, 'I swear, I didn't know this was going to happen. It was a joke. I didn't know these things were real. I'm so sorry. How do I make this right?'

The kitsune crouched down in front of her and lifted her chin with a gentle finger tip so that she was looking directly at him. His ethereal gaze held her fast and she found herself fascinated by his eyes. They were almond shaped, rich with colour and expressive. She felt herself slowly being drawn to him on a deeper level and the urge to not stare at him like a mindless idiot faded. He was so close to her, she could feel his body heat and she wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around his neck and settle against him.

'For a start, to release you from this creature's grasp, you must follow through on the wishes.' He purred, plucking a platinum necklace from the pile. An emerald pendant hung from the delicate chain and he draped it around her neck. His scent caught her off guard; it was rich and musky, but also held the aroma of cool, sea air. He was intoxicating and a distant part of her knew that she had become enthralled by him. 'It suits you. It will also fetch quite a pretty penny if sold to the right person. About twenty grand. Assuming you want to part with it and start amounting your own riches, that is.'

She snapped out of her daze with a splutter and he laughed, a deep, rich sound that washed over her like a soothing balm. She found herself sinking into his gaze again, a warm giddiness tickling through her.

'I do believe another one of your wishes is coming to fruition.' He added.

His voice was like warm honey and she bit her lip as the giddiness settled into a deep-rooted ache. He was still crouched before her, trapping her between himself and the hallway wall, and her mind started to drift into the gutter.

'This is insane...' She murmured softly. 'This isn't happening.'

'Oh, but it is and you're very much stuck with me and my stash until we resolve the issue.' The way he said resolve almost had her squirming. He smiled, 'I'm not a cruel man, but I do want what's mine. So, here's what's going to happen. You wished for fortune. You are now wearing it. You wished for a man and here I am.' He slid from his crouch into a kneel and grabbed her by the waist.

He pulled Tori onto his lap, wrapping an arm around her and cupped her face with his free hand. He kissed her, his tongue pressing past her unresisting lips to stroke her tongue. It took a few seconds for her brain to catch up with what was happening, but instead of pushing away from him, she let it happen, enjoying his taste, the warmth of his body and his scent. She pressed against him, arms going around his neck and ran her fingers through the thick fur between his long, pointed ears until he broke the kiss, leaving her panting and glazed.

'Looks like your final wish is now granted. But to what extent?' He said, himself sounding breathless.

His gaze slid down to her chest, an eyebrow raised in intrigue. She looked down at herself and a bolt of fear raced through her. When she had asked for money, she had not been expecting for anything to happen, yet her basement and hallway was flooded with another man's wealth and she was currently sitting in the lap of said man, the taste of his lips fresh on hers. The anticipation of an avalanche of wealth and over six foot of hot kitsune suddenly appearing in her life had not existed. The fact that she had wished for a more ample bust had her on tentahooks. If what had already happened was anything to go by, then she was infinitely glad she was not wearing a bra.

A hot tingling spread across her chest, making her nipples ache. Tori watched, stunned as her small breasts swelled beneath the silk of her blouse. The heat of embrassment nipped at the heels of her arousal as she felt the kitsune harden beneath her as the top button of her blouse gave up under the strain and popped free, displaying the top of a cleavage she had never had. The next button came loose and then the next, her breasts increasing in size and weight. The silk strained and the kitsune watched with rapt attention as her breasts fell free, the restraining buttons being forced from their loops. He used his free hand to undo the last buttons of her bouse and pulled it from her body, discarding it absently as he took her in. He ran a hand across her toned stomach, relishing the feel of the silky, cream fur of her belly. She groaned and shuddered in his arms, tilting back, her mouth open as a small orgasm quivered through her. He stroked her breasts which were now more than a handful even for him and pinched her erect nipples as they swelled. She moaned softly, trying to pull herself upright, but had to lean back again as he bent forward, sucking her nipples, one after the other, sending her spiralling into a bliss she had not felt in a long time.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and started to grind against him, her hands on his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his hot tongue running across her swollen breasts. He pulled her back upright and she pressed herself against him and whispered hoarsely in his ear.

'I can feel them growing... Please make it stop.'

'It's all in the hands of the genie.' He rasped, running his tongue up her neck, enjoying her honey and cinnamon scent, and the way she clung desperately to him as she swelled against his chest.

She shuddered with pleasure even as her breasts kept growing. She prayed they stop soon. She was a slight woman and having all that extra weight would do her back no good in the long run. The kitsune shrugged off his coat and tossed it aside. All thoughts of how she was going to cope evaporated when he pulled her away from the wall and laid her down on his coat. She could feel the lumps and bumps of his hoard pressing into her back through the fabric, but the sight of him pulling his shirt over his head left her breathless. He was broad chested and muscular, his fur shimmering under the hallway light like liquid gold with each move he made. He looked as if he had been carved by a master sculptor, not born and the look on his face when he caught her staring, open-mouthed told her that he knew what she was thinking without having to touch her mind. She ran her hands across her breasts, feeling their size and weight, glad that they had finally stopped swelling. They were far, far bigger than she would have liked, but watching as the kitsune undid his belt buckle was more than a distraction. She kicked her shoes off and wriggled out of her slacks, and his face split into an appreciative grin.

'Stockings?' He said, undoing his pants and hooking his thumbs over the top, 'Keep them on.'

He pushed his pants down and his erection sprang free. She licked her lips and kicked her panties to one side. The kitsune chuckled, grabbing her legs and spreading them wide, his nostrils flaring as he drank in her scent. He leaned down, kissing her thighs, working his way up, his arms hooked under her legs, fingers tickling gently at her hips. He languidly drew his tongue up her quivering vulva, circled her clit with the tip of his tongue and then pressed into her, lapping at her walls. Tori's hips twitched and she pressed her hand to the back of his head, encouraging him, her back arching, a wimper escaping her lips as he licked and nibbled his way around her pussy. He continued licking until she came, her legs slamming shut and holding him in place as she groaned and shuddered. She could feel him laughing and she slapped a hand across her mouth when she had regained some control and had managed to free him. He pushed himself up onto his hands, licking his lips, looking satisfied with himself.

'I didn't mean- I couldn't- Are you okay?' She gasped, mortified.

He laughed, 'My ears are ringing from the impact a little bit, but I'm more than fine.' He grabbed her knees and parted her legs. Her gaze travelled down his hard body, settling on his cock. He wrapped his fingers around himself as she marvelled at his size. 'Is this what you've been waiting for?' He asked, his voice thick with hunger.

She did not answer.

Could not answer.

Her attention was purely on his cock. He was thick and veined with a pair of heavy balls, and a bead of pre-cum formed on his tip as he studied her. He leaned down and moved up her body. Bracing himself on one hand, he used his free hand to guide himself against her. He held her gaze as he slid inside her and she let out a soft gasp as she was spread wide and penetrated deep. He leaned down and kissed her as he started to slowly thrust into her, a hand coming up to stroke and squeeze her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, the heat building up into an inferno inside her as he picked up his pace. She brought her knees up high, giving him better access and ran her hands across his back, feeling his muscles flex with each move he made. His breathing started growing ragged as his pace increased, the force of his thrusts becoming more powerful. Her groans turned into cries of pleasure and she clawed at his back as he drove her further towards the edge of another orgasm. His own voice joined hers, his soft groans thick with lust. She writhed beneath him, buried in ecstacy and wrapped in his scent, each of his hard, desperate thrusts bringing her closer and closer to release.

The kitsune groaned, his body shuddering and cock twitching. He clawed at her side with his left hand and he grabbed fistfulls of coins with the other as he came hard, his body going rigid as his seed rushed into her in long, hot, thick spurts. Tori screamed in pleasure, her legs wrapping around his waist, the feel of him coming inside her tipping her over the edge.

She lay panting beneath him, unsure of which way was up, her entire nervous system singing with the aftermath of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. The kitsune, quivering and gasping for breath, rolled to the side. Tori felt his seed pouring out of her, matting the fine, red fur between her buttocks and her tail. She wondered just how much of him was still inside her and decided that she was too tired to care. She looked at him, exhaustion clouding her vision. He lay on his back, staring glassily at the ceiling with hooded eyes, breathing heavily. She opened her mouth to say something, but her mind refused to work properly and she instead drifted into a deep sleep.

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Tori woke up in bed, her clothes draped over the old wicker chair in the corner of her room. A narrow beam of daylight lanced across the room from a crack between the curtains and she looked at the clock on her bedside table. 4PM. She had slept the day away and briefly wondered what it was she had been doing the night before. Her sleep clouded mind hit her with memories of Sara handing her an old oil lamp she had found. Then an avalanche of treasure breaking her basment door and ruining her hallway. And the kitsune who's annoyance had dissolved into something else entirely. She blushed. She still felt the ache of their tryst and decided that a shower was needed. She swung her feet off the mattress and another thought occurred to her, and her hands flew to her bare chest. Her breasts were small again and the necklace the kitsune had gifted her with was still hanging around her neck. She sighed with relief and made her way into the bathroom, idly wondering where he had gone and who had put her to bed; him or herself?

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The hallway was clean and not a strip of wallpaper was torn. The basement door was back on its hinges, the lock and frame repaired as good as new. She frowned and crept around, inspecting it all, poking at the skirting board, running a thumb across the paint of the wood panelling that made up the side of the stairs and gingerly opened the basement door to peer inside. No avalanche of anything greeted her this time and she let out the breath she was holding. She pulled the light cord and watched the as the strip lights flickered on, bathing the underground space with pale light. She crept down and inspected everything, almost crying in joy when she found everything was intact; in particular, her shiny new boiler and all its plumbing. It was chugging away to itself, hot water being drawn to elsewhere in the house and she frowned. She hurried back up the stairs and was greeted with the smell of cooking bacon and pancakes. The kitsune was standing at the oven, cooking whilst the sink was filling up with hot, sudsy water, his coat draped across the back of a chair.

'You're still here?' She asked, astonished. She had been fully expecting him to bolt at the crack of dawn like the last man she had let between her legs.

He chuckled as he flipped a pancake onto a waiting stack next to the hob and then reached across to turn the tap off. He looked at her as she settled in at the kitchen table and poured herself a glass of apple juice.

'At least you don't sound disappointed by my still being here.' He replied with a smile. He finished cooking the last batch of bacon and carried the two plates over to the table, 'I don't know about you, but I'm starving after last night.'

As if in response to his comment, her stomach growled and a pleased grin split his face. He gestured for her to dig in and she did so, eating her fill and enjoying every bite, the previous night temporarily forgotten and the desire to eat took over. When she had finished, she leaned back in her chair, full of pancake and bacon induced happiness.

'How did I get to bed last night?' She asked.

He put his knife and fork down, and pushed his plate away, 'I carried you upstairs. Once I could stand again, of course. And then I cleaned up and conjured some repairs. My hoard is where it should be, your house is structurally sound and the spell you were under is broken. The genie no longer holds any sway over you.' He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and added, 'I have two questions. One: That oil lamp is far too dangerous to have out in the wild. If at all possible, I would buy it off your friend so it can be exorcised and the djinn destroyed before it can cause any serious harm.'

She looked at him, giving him that same, scrutinizing look he had given her the night before. He returned her scrutiny with a cool gaze and waited patiently for her answer. She held up her finger, went and retrieved her phone from her bag in the hall and called Sara. One heated discussion later and Tori came back into the kitchen, phone clutched against her chest.

'She won't part with it for anything less than two hundred credits.' She said, fully expecting him to dismiss it. Instead, he caught her off guard and agreed to the price without hesitation.

'Very well. Two hundred credits. Cash or digital transfer?'

'She says cash is fine. But she's on her lunch break right now and she has closing shift, so you'll have to buy it off her tomorrow.' Tori replied once she had relayed what he had said.

'That's fine.' He shrugged and sipped his water.

Tori hung up and sat back down at the table, wrapping her dressing gown tightly around her, 'So, what's the second question?' She asked a touch suspiciously.

'If you are available and willing, would you care for an encore?' He asked unabashedly.