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Thorne yawned lazily as he gazed out the window at the cloudless blue sky. The high sun beat down with indifference, but he was unbothered by the heat. It was Muddah, the period marking midday and also the hottest hours. All work ceased, schooling broke, and families came back together for a pawful of hours until evening when the day would resume until the last shred of light evaporated. For Thorne though, Muddah was simply the best time to catch a nap.

He shut his eyes partway, curling his tail around to rub his belly. The taste of the midday meal clung to his teeth still, a pleasant reminder of what was the day's best feast in his opinion. The dry warmth only made him even drowsier, but of course that was what made it good sleeping weather in the first place, and blessedly his annoying twin sister wasn't wasting it away by irritating him. Last he knew she was tormenting their parents in the cooler underchamber beneath their home, which meant it was nice and quiet. Ah, I could stay like this forever. He stretched, ears perking as his hearing dimmed for a heartbeat in response to the pleasure of relaxing muscles. With a satisfied sigh, he fell back onto his favorite silksand bag chair and closed his eyes.

"Hehe."

Thorne's eyes snapped open, then narrowed into a frown. What in the Goddess' name was that? He glanced around but saw no one, and with each passing moment he was coming to believe that he had simply been mistaken in hearing anything at all. With a sigh and an annoyed flick of his tail, Thorne settled back onto his bag chair, sleep already coaxing him with maleficent care.

"Woooooooooo..."

He sprung up off his chair and looked around his room, eyes darting between likely hiding places. I actually heard something this time! A feminine voice, but not like his mother's or sister's voice. Actually, not like any of the girls he knew. He let out a low growl; whoever it was, they were playing a mean trick and it wasn't funny.

"Stop it, whoever you are," he said, arms crossing and ears flat. "Quit acting like a pup."

A flash of black fur clothed in a matching loose robe strode by, then returned to stand in the doorframe. "Who are you talking to, love?"

"That's what I'd like to know," he responded to his mother. When she gave him a puzzled look, he shrugged and said, "I heard some girl's voice, but I can't find anyone."

"Your sister's been in the underchamber the entire time," his mother said, raising an eyebrow and smiling. "And I promise you it wasn't me. There aren't any other ladies in the house, unless there's something you want to tell me."

"Mother!" Thorne rolled his eyes. "Believe me, if I had convinced a girl to come to my room I most definitely wouldn't tell you."

His mother laughed and shook her head. "Mind your mouth." She began to move away from the doorframe, tail flicking in her wake. "Can't have you touched by madness and ill mannered, after all. One quibble, perhaps, but two? What would the neighbors say?"

Shaking his head, he looked back down at his chair with a sigh--and froze. The cloth and leather silksand chair had been originally dyed blue and black, but now it was a bright red.

"What the fuck!" he exclaimed.

Footsteps sounded out in the hall and his mother's head peeked in. "I said mind your mouth. What's wrong now?"

He pointed with both his paws and looked at her as if she were the dumbest person in the world. "It's red!"

"What did you do to it?" his mother asked, frowning, then she shrugged. "Well, we're not buying you a new one if you ruined it. Don't let me hear you cussing in the house again or I'll have you begging forgiveness at the shrine." She pulled his curtain-door across the opening and he heard her start down the stairs.

Grumbling to himself, tail constantly curling and uncurling, he looked down at the chair again--and found it gone. Heart thudding, he turned a quick circle and could still not find it. What is going on? A little shaken, Thorne moved over to his sleeping mat and fell back on the pillows. All right, so maybe I'm going mad after all. Or, this is all just a dream. Yes, that makes sense. I fell asleep and now I'm having the most vivid dream of my life ever. Of course. Groaning and closing his eyes, Thorne readjusted the pillows on his bed, kicking some away so that he wasn't lying on such a large--

Yelping, Thorne leaped from his sleeping mat and looked down at it. There are way too many pillows here! He growled, then scooped them all up and moved towards the window. Before he managed to reach it and throw them all out however at least half of the pillows broke apart into tiny pillow chunks, becoming clear and rippling like water for a second before settling into the shape of a tiny bicko lizard. The mass of lizards then proceeded to swarm from his arms and scurry all around him, some spinning in circles while the others crawled up the walls and furniture.

Thorne dropped the remaining pillows in shock, watching as the lizards jumped off from their perches and gathered together, once more melting into shaped, somehow solid splotches of water. This time they didn't change into anything else, but instead merged over and over again until they formed a giant blob of water-like jelly or something, transparent except for the tiny specs of white drifting about inside it that sparkled in the sunlight.

"Hehe, you found me!" the blob emanated, its surface vibrating as it spoke. The voice was feminine--Thorne recognized it as the voice from before. "Had you there for a moment, didn't I?"

His muzzle fell open.

The blob churned and turned on itself in silence for a few seconds, probably waiting for a response, then it began to reshape itself into a perfect replica of himself. The same pointed ears, the same reddish brown fur, the same dark lupine eyes and fanged muzzle. It even mimicked his admittedly stupid looking expression of surprise.

Well, it hasn't killed me yet so maybe it's friendly. Collecting himself and letting out the long breath he was holding, Thorne shut his eyes for a moment and said, "All right. What in the Goddess' name are you?"

"A djinn, of course," the creature replied in his own voice. "Your people only talk about us all the time."

Thorne frowned. That was true, even if mostly in hearthtales, legends, myths, and maybe when speaking about the Goddess. No one expected to actually see one, though!

"Uh," he said, finding himself at a loss for words. What did he say to it? What did it want? What if he accidentally angered it and put his family in danger? Best keep it simple and polite. "My name is Thorne. What... can I do for you?"

The djinn melted back into a blob of water, though Thorne noticed this time that it wasn't quite just a "blob". There was a particular design to it, curved and symmetrical. It was just difficult to discern with it being so transparent. The djinn paused as he squinted it, then reformed itself into a vaguely feminine shape and darkened its body to an opaque blue.

"Better?" it asked in its original feminine voice, vibrating again when it spoke. He nodded slowly, watching as it bobbed happily. "Well, Thorne. Nice to see you again!"

"Again?"

"You don't remember?" the creature asked. "When you were a weeeeeee little one you brought water to my spring every day! I thought I was a goner for sure. I was too newly formed to survive outside of the spring, you see, and it was drying up fast."

Thorne remembered the spring. It was located beneath some ruins to the south and was where his mother kept her personal garden hidden. He nodded slowly. "But you're fine now?"

"Yes! Now I only need some liquids every so often, though water's still the bestest."

"That's not a real word," he said to it, frowning. "What's your name? And... are you, uh, a girl djinn or something? I mean, are you just copying someone right now?"

"You haven't given me a name yet, silly!" the djinn replied. "And I've only decided to consider myself female because you're male. Djinn don't really have genders, so I don't mind changing if you'd like."

I have absolutely no idea what to make of this. Thorne shook his head. "No, you can stay a girl, I guess. But why would you need me to give you a name?"

The djinn cocked its pseudo-head. "Well, because you're my first master. So you have to give me a name."

"Wait, what?" Thorne barked a short laugh, tail swaying nervously side to side. "I don't want to be anyone's master." Let alone a djinn's. That was just asking for trouble.

"Too bad. I'm yours for your entire life!"

Thorne blinked. "My entire life?"

"Of course," the djinn said, giggling. "It's how long our servitude usually lasts. It'd be a waste otherwise; you fleshy things really don't stay around that long at all."

"I only watered your spring to keep my mother's aqua squashes from wilting," he said quickly, shaking his head. "And then only because she told me to! See? You don't owe me anything."

"Stiiiiiill youuuuurs!"

"I don't want you to be!"

The djinn giggled. "I'm just gonna follow you around wherever you go, so you might as well get over it and make the best of the situation."

Thorne scoffed, ears flat. "And what use could I_possibly_ have for you?"

"Tsk," the djinn said, shuddering in what he assumed was disapproval. "You're so thick in the head. Think about it! If you can't tell yet, I can mimic anything perfectly, but I don't have to. I can make myself better. I could become a sword sharper than anything a human could make, armor stronger and lighter than any metal in existence could offer! With me at your side you could become a legendary grand-beast hunter or desert explorer!"

"Pass," he said with a roll of his eyes. "I just want to be a scholar and teach others."

The djinn basically turned itself inside out. "You want to what? But... I can't really help you there... Are you sure you don't want to be rich and famous instead? Have me imitate priceless treasure and then have me sneak back after I'm sold? Or I could break apart into a flock of crows and you'd know everything going on in the desert! You'd become an infamous, shadowy information broker for--"

"No," he insisted, frowning. "And damn, but don't you have some imagination. If you want someone to join in your craziness go look elsewhere, like I said."

"Not a chance," the djinn said stubbornly. "Well, at least you can still use me for sex, I guess."

Thorne froze, his face burning beneath his fur. "For what?"

"Sex," the djinn repeated, obviously enjoying his embarrassment. "I was going do it for you anyway, of course, but if you don't want to be rich or famous I'll just focus on this instead." The djinn watched him frown, then said, "You really don't like thinking, do you? Thorne, I can do things no girl could ever do. I don't need to breathe, I don't feel pain unless I want to, and you can't permanently harm me. You can literally do anything to me. I don't care what, either. So long as you're satisfied I'm happy. I'll mimic any girl you even slightly lust after, and if I get a chance to study them a bit I can get downright frighteningly close to perfecting them, down to their personalities. Or, of course, you could build me into your custom dream girl... or boy, dog, horse, boulder." The djinn giggled. "You get the point. Basically anything you could possibly dream of."

Thorne's muzzle had reopened as she had spoken, his mind racing far beyond the possibilities she had highlighted for him, though he was probably thinking with the wrong head right now. Still, his heart was thudding... Any girl I want whenever I want. It was a tempting offer. If fact, most would have probably agreed at her earlier pitch, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this was just going to be trouble. He'd have to hide her, for example, and what if someone found out? They'd probably want to take her for themselves, if that was even possible. He could imagine someone killing for a chance at having their own djinn. Even if she'd never willingly serve them, that might not be enough to deter some crazed, obsessed idiot. But any girl...

"Why don't you decide after trying me out?" the djinn whispered coyly, a knowing look in her eyes as she watched his internal struggle. "Such difficult choices should definitely be made after you're more... informed." She moved towards him slowly. "I'll tell you what. If you don't like what I offer I'll leave as you wish, all right? But if you do, then you give me a name and keep me..."

"I don't... think..." he began, but trailed off to a stop as the djinn began to take a new shape.

The djinn rose higher, her lower half separating into two barefoot legs covered in cream hued fur, each joining together to swell into tight buttocks above which curved a long feline tail. The djinn continued to move towards him seductively as her shaping finalized, a flat stomach covered in silky white fur that dipped down into low and loose pants modeled after what festival dancers wore. The patch of white went up to the bottom of the djinn's feline muzzle, streaking across her pert breasts that were held tight by a supple band of white cloth. Soft violet eyes looked up at him with a predatory gleam, rounded ears turned and lifted just away from her skull in an attractive expression of interest.

"Your classmate Sanni," the djinn said in perfect imitation of Sanni's voice. "I saw you staring at her butt for almost the entirety of a day. Of course, you were hardly the only one. Lots of males eyed her appreciatively. She's really popular, as I'm sure you know, and that means with the kind of males she has access you'd never have a chance." The djinn gave him a cute smile and moved close, pushing him against the wall, her breasts rubbing against him. "Well Thorne, I'm an almost perfect replica of her, even down to her special bits which I've personally molded from the source." The djinn giggled. "You should have seen the surprise and confusion on her face."

Thorne blinked, his breath growing heavy. "So you are a perfect copy? I mean, I can't even tell the difference."

"No, no," the djinn said, leaning forward to nibble at his muzzle. "I'm much tighter than she is, and you're the only male who gets to ravish this Sanni."

Oh Goddess, when she says it in that cute voice! "We can't. My family will hear us..." he said weakly.

"No, they won't," the djinn countered sweetly. "I'll hear them leaving your family's underchamber long before they hear us."

Thorne struggled for another plausible excuse, but his erection was already pushing through his slacks, betraying the true path of his thoughts. Noticing it, the djinn giggled and slid down to her knees, her warm paws fondling him through the dark cloth. She looked eager, tail waving back and forth, ears flat as she focused on his pants as if it held golden coins inside. Damn, she's good at this. The djinn undid the sash holding his pants up, then let them drop. His member sprang upright. Grinning like an idiot, the djinn grabbed him in a fist and began stroking softly, her paws as warm and soft as a real person's somehow. Even her breath was warm, tickling the head of his cock as she, well, pretended to breathe, he supposed.

After his dick had hardened into steel--seriously, he'd never been this hard before and it was almost painful--the djinn licked her lips and brushed aside a tuft of dark ebon hair from her eyes, leaning forward. She effortlessly took his entire member into her warm, wet mouth, then pulled back slowly so that she could suckle on just the tip. Her tongue darted forward to trace his ridge and tease the hole at his tip, all while she moaned around his cock.

He looked down at her, his breath coming quick and shallow, heart thudding at the sight of the cute feline holding his cock in her mouth. The djinn's eyes rose to meet his and closed halfway, her face a mixture of smugness and seductiveness. She reached down with a free paw to reach towards her pants, undying the cord at the front and slipping a paw inside. She moved it up and down while he watched, the cloth hiding the secret of what her paw was doing, but it pleasantly left his imagination to the task. Her pants drooped as the djinn played with herself, revealing the soft curving top of her butt and the start of the separation between its round hills.

The djinn saw him looking, and with a soft giggle around his cock wiggled her butt, tail curling. He grunted in pleasure, then rested a paw on the back of her head and increased her tempo. The djinn did him one better, sinking his entire cock all the way into her throat until he yelped at the incredible sensation. She reached up with both paws, one slipping out sticky and wet from her pants, and reached for his, then brought them to rest at either side of her head. She looked up at him with an expectant gaze.

Thorne didn't need any more prompting. Growling with a sudden surge of lust, he thrust hard into her mouth, gasping as she swallowed just as his cock entered her throat, then sucked as he pulled back. He thrust relentlessly forward again, his cock thrusting deep and hard into her mouth. Goddess, I have to stop or else I'll--he paused, remembering what she had said. She said she doesn't need to breathe, and that I couldn't hurt her. Fuck it then, we'll see if that's true. Still feeling somewhat nervous--this was a creature of legend whose mouth he was fucking, after all!--Thorne resumed his thrusting, heart beating fast enough that he feared it might burst, but he was lost in the throes of pleasure and lust and, really, was beyond caring.

He mated the djinn's mouth like it was a pussy and thrust hard and deep as he leaned over her head. The sensation of hitting the back of her throat was driving him insane, his growing knot pushing snugly against her lips. The djinn continued to suck as best she could, her tongue down and out of the way, poking out of her mouth. She reached up with one paw to squeeze his butt, the other cupping and kneading his ballsack. Just when his vision blurred and he felt himself to explode into an orgasm however, the djinn pulled back, abruptly pulling him out of her mouth with a wet slurp and trailing a strand of saliva as her tongue brushed with the tip of his cock. She reached out and squeezed just beneath his inflated knot with surprising strength, the pain and clamping sensation quickly quelling his orgasm.

Thorne frowned and look down at her.

"I went through a lot of work to craft this pussy for you," the djinn said innocently. "I'm not going to have you waste your first time with me." She let go and fall onto her back, legs raised and tail swaying beside her, a warm smile on her muzzle as she beckoned to him. "Come mate your Sanni bitch, Thorne."

He stared at the exotic pose, rare because tailed females found it uncomfortable to lay on their backs for too long, especially with a big 'ol male thrusting down on them. He'd heard pillows helped for those few females willing to do it, but it didn't seem to bother the djinn at all. She gave him a knowing grin, the low cut of her pants revealing her clit and a little bit of her glistening pussy.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Thorne stepped out of his slacks and nearly threw himself down on top of her. She wrapped an arm around him as he neared, the other tugging down the strip of clothing holding her breasts. Perfect round mounds tipped by big pink nipples stared at him, the splotch of white going down the front touching both breasts along the inside. He hesitated momentarily, his body confused by all the things his brain wanted to do at once.

The djinn giggled and rolled her eyes. "Cock first," she breathed. "Then you can play with these."

Nodding, he tore off her pants, seeing her dripping pussy staring at him invitingly. He grabbed his cock and began rubbing the tip against her as he leaned in, then grinned sheepishly as he struggled to find the entrance.

"Hehe, you're so adorable," the djinn said, grinning. She brought her tail around and wrapped it around just above his knot, then guided him into her.

The rush of warmth nearly made him cum then and there. His toes curled in pure ecstasy, his tail falling limp and his ears drooping. He felt a warm paw slap his butt and squeeze. When he looked down at the djinn, she wriggled her eyebrows at him, a knowing gleam in her eyes. He readjusted himself, then began thrusting into her wet warm slit, shivering in delight as the pussy worked hard to swallow his girth and fought against him every time he tried to pull back.

The djinn leaned up and pressed her all too real feeling muzzle against his, her tongue forcing itself inside to search for his. They kissed for an intense moment, then the djinn broke the kiss and fell back, arching. She guided his head to her ample bosom and squealed with girlish delight when he gathered them up in his paws and hungrily sucked on a nipple. She rubbed the back of his neck as he did so, her moans and lusty breaths music to his ears.

"Mate your bitch, Thorne," the djinn breathed. "Mate me until I beg for more!"

Thorne grunted, his dick slamming into the djinn with vengeance, hard enough that their flesh made a loud slapping noise and her pussy let out naughty, wet noises from the abuse it was getting. The djinn wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as she panted cutely. One of his flicking ears flapped against her chin, and with a smile she caught it between her teeth and nipped it, her paws clenching his butt.

Goddess, I can't take it any more! The pleasure was so intense that it was a literal miracle that he had lasted so long, but he felt himself building to a much needed release. In all honesty it felt as if his stampeding heart was about to give out. "I'm cumming!" he cried, moving back to pull out while he could still resist the urge to slam his knot into her.

The djinn continued to hold him and looked into his eyes. "You can knot me and cum inside, Thorne," she whispered. "Not even Sanni allowed that..."

He tensed in surprise, but was too far gone to think about it much. With a grunt he thrust in and pushed his weight against her, yelping as his bulging knot forced itself away into her too tight slit. The pussy seemed to clench at his bulb almost as if it thought it could milk his cum out like a teat. With a loud yelp of ecstasy blissful release finally came to Thorne. His dick almost split apart with the intensity that it shot cum into her, his tail twisting into a spiral tight enough that it hurt, his toes scratching across the floor. His vision swam and the world blurred for a frightening heartbeat. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of the djinn.

"Mmm..." the djinn murmured as she stroked his head and neck, using her tongue to toy with his ears. "There was a lot. Thank you, it was delicious."

"Delicious?" he croaked, still drowning in the glow of his orgasm.

"Well, there's water in it," she said with a giggle. "And some other things I don't mind. Sorry, does that bother you?"

"Nope," he said with a satisfied sigh.

The djinn was quiet for some time while she continued to pet him. "You know, we're not so different at all I suppose, even if you're a lot more boring than I am."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she continued. "You want to be a scholar, and that's sort of what I am. Except I study your people's appearance, mannerisms, and thinking in order to recreate it."

Thorne buried his face in her breasts. "That's more like an artist."

"Oh, whatever," the djinn said. "Anyway, ready for another go at me?"

His head snapped up, a horrified expression marking his features. "What?"

She grinned, then brushed a finger along his chin. "Oho, when you see this you're going to want to keep me for a dozen lifetimes."

A cool sensation spread throughout his groin first and then the rest of his body, easing the physical symptoms from vigorously mating. His knot shrank and his dick grew limp, but also felt cool and refreshed. Thorne still felt a trace of his orgasm, but otherwise his body felt relaxed and revitalized. Still, he was spent. He had probably shot more cum than--Thorne yelped as something pushed against the tip of his cock. His eyes locked with the djinn's as she continued to lay beneath, one paw moving down along his back to caress his butt. She raised an eyebrow as the sensation continued down his shaft before settling heavily in his balls. It felt weird, but not unpleasant and definitely not painful. When it finally faded he felt almost like he did right after taking a long drink while being thirsty.

Oh, and he also felt like he could fuck a wall without batting an eye.

"What did you do?" he demanded.

The djinn giggled. "Some complex stuff inside your body, but don't worry about it too much. I just basically perked you up." He opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. "And I poured some of myself into your," She hesitated for a moment, than shrugged, "your people really don't know your own bodies that well. We'll just say your balls so you can understand."

He stared at her. "Some of you is inside my balls?"

"Oh, stop fussing, you'll be giving it back to me soon enough," the djinn said with a roll of her eyes. "Besides, it's not like you were planning on filling me with cubs anyway, and if all you want is to fuck then this way you can do it as many times as you want."

The implications were not slow to hit him.

"That's what I thought," the djinn said smugly. "Now, for my final show before you give me my name..."

The djinn gently pushed him off her, then stood. Thorne fell back onto his rump as he watched her briefly return to her watery jelly state, then reform. He was on his feet before she even finished though, because the form was instantly recognizable. In fact, it was almost an exact replica of him, except it was shorter, curvy, and had a set of breasts that were a good pawful and nothing more. That familiar lupine face that somehow capable of both heart melting adorableness and penetrating annoyance, the tail that was brushed and washed endlessly to maintain its impressive sheen. When the djinn was finished she looked over at him, an unsurprisingly perfect copy of his twin sister Lynn.

"No," he said fiercely. "I'm not going to fuck my own sister. That's wrong."

The djinn seemed unbothered by his outcry. In fact, she looked at him with amusement. "Ah, my beloved Thorne. That's the beauty of, well, me, isn't it? You're not really fucking your sister, you're just pretending, and there's nothing wrong with pretending, right?" She moved closer, paws clasping behind her back as she leaned forward in perfect imitation of Lynn's own adorable mannerism. "Besides, you can't deny she's cute, objectively speaking. And, well, sometimes she can be a real brat. Don't you wish you could teach her a lesson... even just once?"

Thorne gulped.

"See, Thorne," the djinn continued in his sister's voice. "From what I've see you're a fairly good hearted fellow, but everyone likes letting loose every once and a while... You can do so with me, as often as you like, and no one has to know. And it's all perfectly safe since you won't actually be hurting anyone. So why don't you try it now, with your 'sister'? Why don't you try forcing yourself on me and make me regret irritating you one too many times? Why don't you punish me in a way I'll never forget?"

Thorne hesitated. Am I really thinking about doing this?

"Oh, geeze, look at the loser thinking it over," the djinn said with a roll of her eyes, perfectly copying Lynn. It made him wonder just how long she'd been watching his family. "Well, don't worry, Brother. If you still don't have a girlfriend after our last year of schooling ends I might pity you enough to let you touch my breasts." The djinn laughed in that haughty way his sister did, the words stolen right out of her mouth.

Pfft, it's not like you're very popular either, you annoying bitch, he thought to himself. Thorne paused, blinking and flicking his tail. Damn. Well... the djinn is right. She's not really my sister. A little pretending won't hurt... in fact, I bet it'll feel great, release some stress. A tiny voice warned that he was just making excuses, but Thorne brushed it aside. Fuck it. A freaking djinn is offering me the chance of a lifetime. I don't care any more.

He stepped forward, frowning down at her.

"What's that stupid look for?" the djinn said, snorting. Her arms crossed, tail swishing side to side.

Cupping a paw around her muzzle, Thorne grinned. "You can be a real brat sometimes, you know that, Lynn? I miss the sweet girl from when we were kids."

The djinn laughed. "What, when you used to wet the bed? I went to sleep every night afraid I'd wake up covered in pee."

"That's not funny," he said, growling. "You used to wet the bed too."

"Not nearly as much as you. I bet you're still afraid of the dark."

Thorne shook his head. "You know what? It's been a long time since father gave you a spanking. Maybe that's why you've become such a pain. I'm going to fix that."

Cocking her head, the djinn looked up at him with confusion. "What's that supposed to--"

His sister--the djinn--yelped as he pushed her down to the ground, forcing her onto all fours. The djinn struggled with him, but it proved easy to overpower her. She was dressed like his sister often did--like most girls still in schooling, like Sanni, did--so it was easy to tug down her pants down to her knees and reveal the round, soft smoothness of her rump.

"Thorne!" the djinn exclaimed, alarm in her voice. "W-what are you doing? I'll tell mother!"

Thorne snorted. "If I had it my way she'd give you a good spanking too." He lifted his arm and swatted down hard across his sister's butt. The girl yelped, ears perking and tail raising as his paw made a satisfying smacking sound.

"Ow, you weirdo! That really hurt! Stop--" The djinn yelped as Thorne cut her off with another powerful slap against her rear.

Whimpering, the djinn began to struggle, but was powerless before Thorne. The control he had over her sent an exhilarating rush through him. He grabbed a pawful of her long flowing hair and forced her head down, her cheek pressing hard against the floor. Her butt involuntarily raised as she sought leverage, giving him a wonderful view of her small, compact bottom and tiny, tight pussy. She was already a petite girl compared to someone as curvy as Sanni, shorter and definitely less filled out, but she was cute in her own way, he'd always thought. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Lynn naked, of course, but seeing her bottom swaying helplessly and at his mercy, tail waving wildly, proved to be a real turn on.

He gave her another hard slap with his paw, then another, and another until the only sounds filling his ears were the pounding of his paw against her butt cheeks and his sister's own whimpering. Eventually he stopped, breathing hard, and watched his sister relax her tensed muscles and crumple, her bottom flushed red even through the reddish brown fur. Wetness gathered at the corners of her eyes. She looked up at him with a mixture of fear and surprise.

"Nothing to say?" he said to her mockingly. "Well, that was fast. Already better behaved."

His sister frowned, anger rippling across her face as she began to rise, but he quickly shoved her back down to the ground and pinned her neck in place.

"Oh no, Lynn. We're not done yet," he said, growling. "You're always teasing me about being a virgin and having terrible luck with females." Well, he technically wasn't a virgin any more, but whatever. "After today though it won't matter."

"W-what do you mean?" the djinn said, her voice a tight bundle of poorly contained fear. His sister's eyes widened as he moved behind her and yanked her tail upright, then forced her thighs open until she was in the mating position. Her face flushing from the embarrassment of being forced into the mating position, she yelped and craned her neck as best she could to look up at him. "You c-can't be serious, Thorne! You're my freaking brother, for Goddess' sake. It'd be wrong even if you stuck it in my butt! We shouldn't be doing this!"

Stuck it in your butt? Thorne frowned at first, then smiled when he it hit him that she was hinting. Damn, this djinn is growing on me. He hadn't been planning on trying anal, but now that she had mentioned it a thrilling sense of excitement grew inside him. He'd always wanted to try it, of course, and it would be fitting punishment for his sister. After all... she did tend to be a pain in the arse.

Thorne grinned at his own joke, not caring that it was probably lame.

"Listen, Lynn," he said softly. "If you behave like a good bitch I won't have to hurt you, but if you want to see what I'd do to you if I was really angry then by all means keep it up."

The djinn frowned up at him, then looked away. "How... How about if you let me go, I'll give you a blowjob. I'll even swallow, I promise, and I won't tell anyone about any of this!"

Thorne shrugged. "You're going to give me one anyway," he said to her, moving around so that his already throbbing and hard cock was positioned near her face. "I can slam it into your tailhole like this or you can get it as nice and as wet as you want. Your choice, but it'll probably hurt less if you do a good job."

"You can't be serious!"

Thorne shrugged again and started to move away, but halted when she called out to him. He peered down at her.

"Wait, I'll do it..."

"Good girl."

She opened her mouth and licked at his cock hesitantly, her eyes showing unease.

Thorne growled down at her. "If that's all you're going to do..."

The djinn winced, then took his cock into her mouth. Tears streamed down the corners of her eyes as Lynn gave her brother a wet blowjob while still in the mating position, stroking and slathering on as much as her warm wetness as she could with her tongue. Lynn's mouth was wonderfully smaller than Sanni's, being a smaller girl, though she was also far less skilled. He wondered if that was an accurate depiction of Lynn, but decided that either way he liked it. After what he felt was a fair amount of time Thorne pulled away his cock, watching as a glistening strand of precum and saliva connected the tip of his cock with his sister's muzzle.

"All right, time to make sure you stay a good girl," he said, repositioning himself.

The djinn's muscles tensed. "You've made your point, Thorne, so you can stop! You aren't seriously going to mate your own sister in the arse, right? I mean, that's crazy!"

His only response was press the slimy tip of his cock against her tailhole, which immediately puckered closed.

"Thorne!" the djinn cried out in desperation. "I'll scream!"

Thorne raised an eyebrow, then his eyes widened as the djinn took a deep breath. Shit, how far is she going to go with this? He stumbled forward over her and slammed her head against the floor, eliciting a yelp of pain. Panicking even though a voice in the back of his mind told him it was all pretend, he reached underneath her and tugged up on her breastband, exposing her small, pawful-sized breasts, and then undid the knot tying it together. Afterward he wove it between her maw--pausing briefly to let the scholar side of him to amusedly realize the breastband was just a piece of the djinn's own body--and wrapped it around her muzzle before tying it tight. She shook her head while he did this, her cries muffled by the cloth. When he was finished he repositioned himself and held her head in place by clutching a pawful of hair, then guided the tip of his cock against the djinn's wiggling butt.

"Stop moving and get back into the mating position before I get upset and have to hurt you, Lynn," he growled, putting weight on her head for emphasis. Trembling, the djinn stopped moving, tail rising once more.

"Plhuuse, Orn! Ont, ont!" his sister pleaded.

Ignoring her, he shoved the tip of his twitching dick into her tailhole, letting out a long breath as the warm tightness enclosed around his girth. His sister jerked and let out a muffled yelp, accidentally shoving him deeper into herself. Thorne watched her let out a muffled cry of surprise and without giving her time to recover shoved himself the rest of the way, down to his growing knot. He stayed that way for a moment, his cock buried in her tight virgin tailhole, enjoying the sensation of her muscles struggling to force him out.

Lynn--the djinn--tried to crawl forward and pull his cock out, but he grabbed her tail in addition to her holding her hair and jerked her back. She gave another muffled yelp. Thorne lowered himself over her, his thighs pressing hard against her warm butt.

"Your tail," he whispered into her flicking ear.

She hesitated for a moment, refusing to look at him, then wrapped her tail around his waist.

"Good girl," he said, grinning. "Now, if your were actually as smart as you always say you are you'd realize that the fastest way to get my cock out of your bottom is to get me off, so making me work for it isn't helping you at all. Understand?" He watched his sister tense for a moment, then nod once. "Good, so you're going to keep your butt nice and high for me and won't struggle, right?" Again another delay, then a slow nod. "Gooood girl. I think we're finally making some progress. Doubt you'll act like a snide bitch ever again, at least. But if you do you'll be treated like one again, got it?" This time she nodded vigorously.

Thorne began to rut her then, slow but forceful thrusts. She grunted each time he forced himself back deep inside, but otherwise made a conscious effort to push her rump back against him as if they were actually mating. Her paws were clenched, as was her jaw, her ears flat and eyes staring off as she concentrated on taking him inside her rear.

"That's it. Good girl," he breathed. "Goddess, your tailhole is tight!"

She murmured something that ended up being muffled. Thorne grinned, concentrating on his mating, enjoying the soft warm bounce of her butt against his crotch, the sucking tightness of her tailhole, even the throaty grunts she made each time his girth forced her tight flesh apart. Even more quickly than before he felt himself rising to a climax, his dick twitching inside her as his knot grew fuller and fuller.

"Up," he commanded, forcing her upright against his body, her rear resting snugly in the arch of his lap, his paws pressing her against him as caressed her small breasts. Sweat glistened on the both of them. Lynn leaned slightly forward, but otherwise gave him uninhibited access to her tailhole, and even pushed down with each cute cry she made as he thrust in. After a while her face became flushed, forcing her to look away in embarrassment.

"You starting to like it now, you naughty bitch?" he teased, though the streaks of sticky fluid pouring down her thighs was proof enough. Again, Thorne wondered how much of this was stuff the djinn had observed and decided upon as part of her imitation and how much was her own special addition for his pleasure.

He jumped in surprise as his sister pulled one of his paws from her breast and guided it down to her gushing groin. Her other paw rose to point uncertainly at her muffle, head cocking to look back at him.

"I'll take it off if you promise to behave," he said to her, grinning. When she nodded slowly, he undid the knot and tugged on it until it slide out of her mouth.

His sister spat, then gave a lusty moan that almost sent him over the edge then and there. She placed her paws on his thighs and worked with him to impale herself on his cock, her tongue hanging from the corner of her mouth. Her pussy made went noises as he slide some fingers in. It was a tight fit, but her wetness allowed them entry anyways. Thorne briefly wondered if the djinn molded this pussy after Lynn. The possibility brought him a surprising rush of pleasure. After all, this could be just like Lynn's actual pussy! Not, uh, that I'd actually fuck her, of course.

Lynn squeezed as he slammed into her butt, holding him in place. He let out a low growl until he realized she was tensing from orgasming. Or at least it looks like it. Is she faking that too? He realized there was a lot he don't know about the djinn.

His sister's lusty moans and tightening, wiggling butt quickly threw him over the edge along with her. He gasped, then jerked up, his knot squeezing into her tailhole.

Lynn squealed. "Thorne, don't--"

Spoken too late--not that he would have listened anyway--his knot forced itself into her clenching tailhole and sent a powerful shiver through him as her muscles clamped down and struggled to deal with its rude, twitching entry. He came then and there in a dizzying rush of sweet release, cumming hard enough that it freaking hurt. Lynn let out a throaty moan as he squirted sticky streams of--uh, djinn?--inside her, leaning forward and wiggling her butt as she was knotted and mated in the wrong hole.

"Ugh, oh, Lynn!" he cried out at the top of his voice, sounding loud even to his ears, then fell back, utterly spent... again.

As he sat there gasping, his cock still pleasantly swallowed by Lynn's--the djinn's, damnit--butt, she turned around and gave him a satisfied smug look that was entirely her own.

"Hehe, I told you that you'd give it back," she whispered. "Feels good to push out so much, eh? And we can do it again if--" the djinn paused, his sister's face twisting into a frown as her eyes darted behind him. "Whoops."

"What's wrong?" he asked, though even as he mouthed the question Thorne heard the footsteps rushing up the stairs himself.

Panic flooded his veins, threatening to overwhelm him. Whoever it was would probably gut him alive if they saw him now, even without the djinn looking like his damned sister. Forget the fact that explaining she was a djinn wouldn't help at all.

"Oh shit, you have to--" He paused, seeing that she had already reverted back into her transparent water-like state. The djinn erupted like a splash of water around him.

He felt her all over him, wet and slimy, but also strangely warm as his head whipped around towards the curtain of his door as it was pulled aside.

His actual sister pulled it aside, dressed only in her breastband and a pair of entirely too small bruji, the female version of underclothing worn only in the comfort of family and home, and especially during the hottest hours. Hers showed off entirely too much though, having outgrown her favorite pair years ago, and it outlined the contours of her slit and rump way too well. Considering what he had just done Thorne couldn't help but notice, and it took a moment for his brain to catch up with his far too greedy cock.

"Lynn! I'm..." he exclaimed, glancing down at himself in horror, then freezing. Slowly a frown came to his face as he noticed he was fully clothed in his loose, ballooning slacks, his waning erection blessedly somehow having the fortune to fall against his thigh so as not to be noticeable. "Uh, fully clothed?"

His sister snorted. "Yeah, I'm surprised too. I thought I heard something naughty going on and thought maybe you had finally managed to trick some poor girl into letting you rut her," she said with a shake of her head and a disapproving look, almost as if she actually believed he'd even do such a thing. "Then you called out my name all weird like and had me thinking you were jerking off while fantasizing about me."

"What? T-that's silly," he said, sounding not at all convincing. "I'm obviously fully clothed, and... I'm not..."

"Hard?" she said with a grin. "Don't see any cum either, so I guess you're in the clear... Not that I would have minded if you were jerking off to me."

That took him by surprise, and his expression must have shown it because his sister laughed.

"Oh, come on, don't give me that look, Thorne. It's just in your head, so it doesn't matter anyway." Her grinned widened and she gave a teasing wave of her hip, turning so that he briefly got a view of her bottom pressing and begging to escape from her tight bruji. "Besides, we both know I'm the only girl you've ever really seen, and you're also my dear brother, so I can't be too upset. I'd probably jerk off to me too if I was in your position."

"Uh," he said, feeling at a loss for words. "All right..."

Obviously pleased at his discomfort, Lynn threw him a kiss before slowly backing out through the doorway. "And my offer still stands when we complete our rites of calling. Might even let you touch my butt, if I'm in a good mood. It's the least I could do for my own brother, right?"

Thorne gave a short laugh. I just fucked your asshole silly, and you liked it. You were drooling, in fact. Well, sort of, since it really wasn't her, but his recent memories left him feeling smug. He gave her a shrug. "I think I'll be fine."

Lynn let out a musical laugh as she vanished around the corner. As soon as she was gone, his pants began to dissolve into a clear water-like mass. Oh, so that's where she went. He'd forgotten that the djinn had mentioned being able to mimic armor and weapons; he supposed regular clothing would be easy compared to either of those. The blob flowed out in front of him, returning to its earlier feminine-like shape.

"You should get into the habit of wearing me," she said, giggling. "I can be any type of clothing you'd ever want, plus it'll keep me close by to... deal with any of your needs."

"Well," he told her tiredly. "You definitely oversold yourself. I still think your wasting yourself on me, but damn, I won't say no. I think if I died right now I'd have no regrets before the Goddess."

The djinn made a clucking sound. "I've been told the male-forms of your race were simple to please, but geeze, this is ridiculous." She vibrated in a heavy, exaggerated way that that he interrupted as a shrug. "Well, this sex stuff is still fun, and if it makes you happy we can do it whenever--and as often--as you'd like."

"No complaints here..."

The djinn rippled. "Good! Now then, Master, what name will you give me?"

He hesitated. "I don't know... this is kind of a big deal for you, isn't it?"

"The giving is the big deal. I couldn't care less if you went ahead and named me 'Rock'."

"Wait a moment," Thorne said slowly, frowning. "Isn't this like the same with daemons or something?"

The djinn cocked her head-like appendage. "Maaaaaaaaaybe," she said innocently.

Whatever. He shrugged and let out a defeated sigh. Thinking on it for a long moment, Thorne finally decided on a name. "I'm telling you this is a bad idea, but if you still don't care I have a name for you. Nothing flashy, though."

"What is it?"

"Anislicia, or Anise for short."

The the djinn rippled in delight. "I love it! But it sounds exotic... like it's not from your language."

"It's not," he admitted. "It's Old Kalerian I think."

The djinn drew closer, her fluids churning from what he assumed was anticipation. "Let's try it! I want to hear you call me by my new name. Please? Come on! Say my name! Pleeeeeease?"

"All right! Relax!" Thorne laughed, shaking his head, then smiled at her. "Nice to meet you, Anislicia."