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Despite working away at it all morning, the mess covering Darren’s dining room table wasn’t getting any smaller, but a close observer would be able to notice that some of the assorted pieces of clutter seemed to be clustering together by type. Letters and postcards were in a neat little pile on one side, several short stacks of assorted coins next to them with a much taller stack of books on the opposite side of the table. Two letter openers had been assigned a spot next to an inkstand missing its inkwell, a pocket watch left alongside with two wristwatches, one of which was missing its strap. And every now and again something not good enough to be on the increasingly organized tabletop was tossed into a box by the young man’s feet.

He didn’t know much about this sort of stuff, despite his parents’ efforts to educate him and stir the same sort of interest that seemed to consume so much of their time and attention. Still, despite the fact that it was a bit too dull for him, he was envious of the two old geeks for finding someone like-minded enough to share in their obsession to the point that they could live well doing something they loved. And despite having no interest in taking over the family business, he was still grateful enough to contribute in his own way.

Every once in a while, Darren would hit up a swap meet or some storage auction and pick up a few bargains. Then he would use his admittedly limited knowledge to sort the grain from the chaff, and carefully box the possibly valuable loot and send it back home. His mom and dad ran a sort of antique/collectors’ shop and always seemed to be able to find a buyer for pretty much anything. He even got a cut form each haul he sent home, but even though his job wasn’t as fulfilling for him as the shop was for his folks, it paid well enough that he didn’t really need the money. So it mostly just got put aside to secure the next batch of curios.

“Yeah, who needs to waste time on a relationship when I could be doing this…” Darren said, addressing either himself or the hoard spread out on his dining table. There was no bitterness in his voice since he wasn’t a bad looker and he knew it. He was still in his mid-twenties and had a nice place with a good job. Finding a girl to be with would be easy enough, but he remembered well enough how that had ended up to give to another pointless try.

“Well, let’s see if there’s anything else in here worth my time…” he mumbled, rummaging around in the big plastic crate containing what was left of his recent find. He was ready to write the rest of the junk off when his fingers brushed against something hard and cold. When he’d fished the errant item out he couldn’t help bit chuckle at the sight of it. An honest-to-goodness brass oil lamp. He figured that it was just one of those quirky decorative knick-knacks sold at gift-shops, but he wasn’t qualified to make the call. Fortunately he would be sending a whole box full of stuff to people who were, so he figured he’d include the lamp as well.

After I clean it… he thought, noticing the way the metal clung to his fingers. Spraying a bit of cleaning fluid on the brass, he began to buff the thing with a paper towel, slowly working his way through the sticky film clinging to the metal. Not much chance you’re the real deal. Well, unless Aladdin drank…Dr. Pepper? He wondered, sniffing at the scent of a soft-drink coming from the lamp now that the dry syrup was moistened.

“While I do appreciate the effort, you do know a few rubs are enough?”

The sudden sound breaking the silence was enough to yank Darren’s head up from his work, and the sight of the woman standing at the other side of the dining room table was almost enough for him to fall from his chair.

“F-fuck! I gotta start opening a window before using this stuff…” he said, figuring that sniffing the cleaning fluid was the reason he was suddenly seeing a young woman in bizarre clothes looking at him as if she had every reason to be in his home.

“Definitely not a bad idea, but it won’t help with me I’m afraid.” The woman said, still seeming nonplused despite the increasingly panicky young man sitting in front of her.

“Okay, poisoning… symptoms… fuck, can they print this any smaller!?” Darren mumbled, holding the back of one hand to his forehead to check for a delirium-inducing fever while trying to read the label on the bottle of cleaning fluid. An endeavor that was interrupted when he felt a sharp, painful pinch on his nose.

“Ahhh, fuck! Okay, you’re real, you’re real, you’re…” he began but trailed off. Now that he got another look at the woman in front of him, it was no longer her outfit that looked weird. There was a strange, coppery tone to her skin, quite prominent considering how much of it she was showing. And despite his somewhat niche tastes, Darren found it hard to tear his eyes away from the lithe form wrapped in several layers of gossamer-thin silk around her waist and around her chest. But despite her complexion her hair was stark white, the long strands gathered up in a high pony-tail that was bound every few inches with strips of the same silky fabric she wore.

But the eyes had caught his attention more than anything – the irises looked like they were simply penciled in and never colored, and were the same shade of light-grey as her sclera. He knew that you could get all kinds of weird lenses, but looking at them made him doubt that it was the case. The eyes were cold and penetrating, and made the impression that they were made to look down on lesser beings in order to cow them, something they would no doubt be doing if their owner wasn’t – at that particular moment – rolling them.

“… a jinn, yes. You rubbed a lamp, and you have a jinn standing in front of you, waiting. Need any more time to figure this one out? I’m immortal, but your clock’s ticking…”

“You’re… serious?” Darren asked, trying to keep his breathing even in the hopes that his pulse would take the hint and also slow down.

“Yes, serious and a jinn.”

“And I’m supposed to buy that with you acting like a snarky teen?”

The girl rolled her pale eyes again, and then made a point of holding up one finger. When she was sure Darren was looking at the digit, she gently pressed it against the surface of his dining table. The moment she touched it the lacquered wood began to ripple like water, the little ring-like waves spreading out and making the various items laid out on the table-top bob up and down as if they’d been floating on a perfectly calm pond all this time. The coins rattled and one of the stacks fell over before the ripples reached the edge and the surface of the table once again became a solid piece of wood.

“Hey, I just sorted this stuff!”

“Oh, well I’d be all too happy to put everything back in its place! Your wish is my comman…”

“Nononono, I didn’t wish for anything! Yet…”

“Okay, but you do intend to make a wish? Sometime soon? Or are you just someone who likes his lamps clean?” she asked, and even though Darren was coming around to believing she was a near-omnipotent spirit, he still couldn’t believe her attitude.

“Yeah just… this is huge! I need a moment to think…”

“Hmm, I guess I can see your point. After all, what could I possibly do for a man who has all this?” she said, lifting her arms and gesturing grandly to the mess covering the table. “Okay, I’ll help you out a little. First wish is easy – what did you always want, but never had?” she asked and it really did help. The answer was there, just on the tip of Darren’s tongue, but it would be a bit tricky getting it past his lips.

“So… I can ask for anything?”

“Yes, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you can imagine that I couldn’t do…”

I’m imagining a polite, helpful genie… he thought to himself, but didn’t dare say it. It might spare his nerves, but it would still be a waste of a wish. “Even if it’s a little… intimate?”

“You seriously think you’re the first person who had one of those wishes? Listen, I’ve done this for both men and women of all ages, any civilization you can think of for thousands of years. You may think you have some embarrassing kinks rattling around in that head of yours, but trust me, I’ve heard them all…”

“Yeah but… you won’t judge me or anything? I mean, I’m feeling kinda vulnerable here…”

“Look, on the off-chance that you do somehow think of something I’ve never heard of, I give you my solemn word to act as a professional and keep my opinions to myself. But seriously, if you had even a vague idea of the sorts of requests I’d heard, you wouldn’t…”

“I want to be sexually attractive to bitches…” Darren interjected, feeling a strange relief at giving voice to his long-held secret, and also satisfied with the suddenly blank expression on the genie’s face.

“Right… and in the current vernacular that means…”

“Female dogs.” Darren said, finishing her sentence in a dead-pan voice.

“You’re serious?”

“And you said you’d be professional and not judge me.” Darren reminded.

“Okay… wow, that’s a new one. Would you consider it unprofessional if I were to ask… why?” the jinn inquired. She didn’t normally get involved in the particulars of the wishes she fulfilled, but it had been a long time since she’d been stumped. Although the request hadn’t been entirely unpredictable…

“Well, I’ve always been attracted to them. But I’ve never… you know – tried anything – because I didn’t know for sure if it was mutual. So I figure this way…” he trailed off. It was a relief to finally be able to make this admission to someone, but the peculiar woman’s wide-eyed stare wasn’t particularly encouraging.

“Well, just to throw an idea out there, I could make it so you’re attracted to women…”

“No, it’s… it’s not like I don’t find girls attractive at all but... I’ve been with girls, even had a year-long relationship once. I figured I could just keep the other thing to myself, that it was just a kink and that it would go away if I ignored it, but it became apparent to both of us that it’s what I really wanted…”

“You mean she found out about… well that must have been awkward.”

“Not exactly, but it was awkward. She was very supportive though. She knew that my heart wasn’t really in it, so I got a very compassionate speech about being true to myself and following my heart and all that.”

“So she thought that…”

“Oh yeah, and I went with it. I mean, what was I gonna do, tell her the truth? I figure she could only be so understanding. And I did feel bad for stringing her along, so I figured I might as well give the year we’d spent together some meaning. So instead of thinking she wasted a year of her life on a perv, she’s out there somewhere, remembering the time when she helped a confused young man come out of the closet.” He said, not sure if he should laugh or cry at the thought. “Look, that was my attempt to conform to the world around me, and it pretty much blew up in my face, so I’m sure as hell not gonna waste a wish on another try. If I’m a freak, I’m gonna go ahead and make the world just freaky enough for me to be happy in it…”

“All right then, your wish is my command…” the jinn said. When all was said and done, it really wasn’t all that different.

“So… when do you…”

“I just did. You are now irresistibly attractive to female canines. But if you want to see for yourself, we’ll have to take a little walk…”

“Oh, yeah. I’m Darren, by the way…”

“Sabah.” The jinn replied, her lip curling in a private little smile. Careful what you wish for indeed!

*******

“I know it’s not really cold but… are you really okay with going out in public in just that?” Darren asked, a bit self-conscious about walking around with a woman whose flimsy clothing left very little to the imagination.

“My clan are air spirits, so I don’t really like to wear much, especially outside. Besides, nobody who doesn’t have any reason to see me will really notice me.”

“You mean you’re invisible?”

“Not really. Being actually invisible can get very tiring when people keep bumping into you, and then looking surprised when they walk into what to them seems like empty air. Their eyes are aware I’m here, but I never really reaches their consciousness, unless I want to.”

“Ahh. Well I can see how that’s convenien…”

“Hey there! Haven’t seen you around before…” came an interruption a female voice that seemed like it was coming from right behind him, but looking over his shoulder Darren didn’t see anyone. It was only when he felt something nudge up against his rear end that he looked down, only to spot a white-furred head covered in black spots trying to root around between his legs.

“Mmh, you smell nice! I definitely would have remembered that…”

“What the…” Darren began, making the mistake of turning around and presenting the amorous Dalmatian with the part of him that she was quite obviously interested in.

“You know, I’m not usually this forward with boys unless I’m in heat…” the fluffy canine said. Or seemed to. The muzzle even now being lovingly rubbed up and down the front of the stunned young man’s jeans was closed, but to him it seemed like his ears were picking up the eager canine’s speech. He was worried about certain problems arising, quite literally, if the Dalmatian continued her nuzzling, but to his relative relief the she-dog stopped her inspection of his crotch and instead leapt up, managing to place her forepaws on his shoulders as she began to sniff around his neck.

“Hmm, I can’t smell any other bitch on you. Can it be that you aren’t mated? Are you looking to be?” the female continued chattering while her slim tail waged excitedly behind her. Darren glanced to his right, hoping for some help from the genie who was doing her best not to smile as she seemingly inspected her nails.

“Duchess! Down girl, what’s gotten into you?” a man cried out, and it was only than that Darren noticed the Dalmatian had been trailing a long red leash. “Sorry sir, I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She just bolted up the street and I lost my grip on her. Hope she didn’t bother you…”

“Uhh, no, I’m fine…” Darren replied, hoping that his voice wouldn’t betray the fact that he was bothered and bewildered, so to speak.

“Oh, no, no, no!” the bitch seamed to croon, but if her owner gave no indication that he could hear his dog actually speak. “Look, I left quite a bit of my fur on you. You can track my scent, right? Don’t be a stranger!” she called out, once her owner finally got a hold of her leash and began to lead her away. It seemed to Darren that she was putting a little extra bounce in her trot as she walked away, and with her tail held up he wished she didn’t bother. His jeans had gotten uncomfortably tight with the amorous bitch literarily throwing herself at him, and the sight of her skipping away wasn’t making things easier…

*******

“What the fuck was that?” Darren asked, trying to keep his voice low while at the same time conveying every bit of distress and vexation to the subtly smiling woman seated opposite him. They’d ducked into the nearest coffee-shop and Sabah had made herself noticeable enough to order for both of them. Darren was pretty sure that the silk-clad jinn expected him to foot the bill since he doubted there was anywhere on her person she could possibly be concealing a wallet. He picked up the froth-topped cup and took a sip, although the way the hand holding the cup was shaking it was obvious caffeine was the last thing he needed.

“Yeah, that was weird, huh? Almost like someone wished you were irresistibly attractive to bitches…” the genie said, purposefully keeping her attention on her own cup as she used the little spoon to play around with the foam floating on top. “So, out of curiosity, what did you expect a female dog to act like? Flirt a little and give you her number?”

“I didn’t expect to hear one talk…” Darren mumbled, feeling that the infuriating woman’s little remark had struck home.

“True, you didn’t specifically ask for that, but you mentioned that the inability to gauge consent had kept you from… well, let’s just say ‘pursuing your heart’s desire’, shall we?” she asked, taking a little sip form her cup and licking her lip clean of the thick froth before continuing. “So I just rewired that hominid brain of yours to pick up the little non-lingual signals – vocalization, body language, pheromones and so on – and interpret it as something you can understand. It’ll work both ways – dogs will be able to get the gist of what you’re saying, as long as you don’t try and communicate ideas too complex for their brains to deal with. You’re welcome, by the way…”

“Thanks…” Darren said, a bit testily, but he had to admit it was a nice touch, or would be once he got over the shock. “…but I still would have appreciated a little warning.”

“I did warn people for, oh about the first four hundred years or so. But after trying to save people from themselves and having them ignore me I guess I kinda left it up to them.”

“So is that why you have this… attitude?”

“Look, you try doing my job for as long as I have, and we’ll see if you can avoid getting a tad jaded and cynical.” She quipped, and Darren couldn’t help but notice her tone becoming a little less snarky and a touch more bitter.

“What, is… fulfilling wishes hard, or a strain?” he asked, wondering for the first time at the effort involved in altering reality itself.

“Try ‘futile’. I can change the universe with a flick of a wrist but there’s just no point. Nobody has ever made a real world-altering wish. I think that’s the whole point of this set-up – someone or something wanted to prove that despite humans having a capacity for thinking big thoughts and having altruistic ideals, when given the chance to make them real they will invariably squander it on satisfying base urges. The few times I’d heard a wish that wasn’t just fantasy fulfilment was when someone asked for a loved-one to be healed of some malady or brought from the brink of death, but I still feel there’s a selfish element to that…” she trailed off, absentmindedly spooning up some of the sweet foam from her cup.

“Oh but don’t take this personally. I don’t think your wish is any worse than all the pervy fantasies I’ve had to fulfil in my multi-millennial lifespan.” Sabah added in a mockingly kind tone as he patted one of Darren’s hands. “After all, you were even concerned about consent from your partners. Why, that’s almost romantic!”

“I appreciate the sentiment. The sarcasm – not so much…” the young man replied, but the genie opposite him merely took another sip of her coffee. “Okay, so I’m going to be fine. I just have to keep in mind bitches aren’t exactly subtle and find a way to work around that…”

“And how long do you think that’s gonna take?”

“How should I know? Look, regardless what you may think of me, I have a decent enough brain, unless you messed something up when you ‘rewired’ it…” he said, and given that Sabah had her cup to her lips at the moment he did she just rolled her silvery eyes in reply. “… so given enough time I’m bound to think of a solution.”

“Oh, sure you are. I was just thinking about how much time you have, that’s all…” the jinn said, and Darren wasn’t sure he liked the amused tone the line was delivered in.

“What do you mean?” he asked with a growing sense of dread, but the exotic female merely smiled a little and looked up and to her left. For a moment, Darren thought she was just trying to get on his nerves by playing dumb, but once he followed her gaze he knew what she meant. He’d seen signs like that before, but this was the first time the sight of one made him forget to breathe. He’d never imagined that the words ‘YES! We are pet friendly!’ could cause him this much distress. “Shit! Well at least there don’t seem to be any…” he muttered, looking around the place until he looked behind him and stopped mid-sentence.

It was a table with two women in their mid-thirties, completely lost in an animated conversation while a big Akita sprawled next to her owner’s chair. The fluffy dog must have been napping, but the head that had been resting on the floorboard between the canine paws lifted along with her ears the moment she caught Darren’s gaze. The young man whipped his head back the moment he realized the mistake he’d made, but the quick scrabble of claws on lacquered wood told him it was too late.

“Omigosh, hello! I haven’t seen you before, have I?” the bitch inquired, her words sounding as if they came from her muzzle as far as Darren’s brain was concerned, even though it wasn’t moving in a way to suggest speech. It was merely parted a little to allow the orange-white dog to pant excitedly as she began to quite shamelessly sniff around the increasingly anxious young man. “C’mon, don’t be nervous! I know I’m big but everyone always says what a good girl I am, honest!” she chirped, planting her head in Darren’s lap. “Go ahead, pet my head. It will make you feel better…” the Akita suggested, flicking a pair of ears that looked like stubby triangles poking out of the dense orange fluff.

Darren’s hand went to the top of the canine female’s head on reflex, stroking the luxurious fur while he desperately tried to ignore the way her chin was rubbing up against him. And as much as the fluffy canine was enjoying his attention, after only about ten seconds she pulled her head up and fixed her eyes on the human’s denim-clad crotch.

“Ooooh, why didn’t you tell me you wanted to do that? I’ve heard that’s sooo much fun, but my mistress never lets me have any fun. She’s always dragging me to boring places like this. Bet you’re bored too, right? Oh, but I can’t let her see me!” the energetic female almost barked out, at least the way Darren heard it, before scooting stealthily under his table. And while the table was covered in one of those coffee-shop tablecloths that had stylized cups and beans printed on them as well as the word ‘coffee’ in various scripts and languages, it only reached down about half a foot from the edge, providing woefully inadequate cover to the large dog who seemed confident in her newfound hiding place.

“Mmmh, smell’s nice. C’mon, let me see it…” came the voice from below the table. For Darren, this was torture – he had a beautiful canine unmistakably interested in him, but entirely unconcerned that she was showing that interest in a completely public face.

“So, how are you enjoying your wish so far?” came the question, and Darren raised his head from the muzzle being pushed between his legs to catch a glimpse of Sabah, her chin resting on her hands as she leaned across the table, not even bothering to hide how much she was enjoying the developing situation.

The bitch under the table had no real idea how to deal with the fly on Darren pants, but she did manage to grab hold of the zipper with her teeth, and as a dog she certainly knew how to tug. The cups rattled as the Akita’s triumph made her bump her head against the underside of the table, and a second later the already flustered young man was gripping it’s edge as he felt the dog’s warm panting against the thin fabric of his boxers.

“C’mon, don’t be shy. I really am a good girl, you’ll see!” came a voice from below, sounding a little breathier than before to the man who now had an amorous bitch panting and nuzzling his fully erect shaft. The little button holding the flap of his boxers closed never stood a chance against the Akita, and Darren’s entire body suddenly tensed as firmly as the part even now being licked by the ‘good girl’.

“Luna! What are you doing under there? Here girl!” came a vice from behind him, the one that Darren knew must belong to the Akita femme’s owner. This is it! She’s going to come over and see… Fuck, when did my life turn into one of those Twilight Zone be-careful-what-you-wish-for clichés? True to his prediction, the woman was getting up in order to retrieve the dog who had no interest getting up from under the table, and in a matter of seconds she’d see why, and the silver-eyed demon in front of him was just enjoying the show and…

“I wish that whenever this sort of thing happened everyone would act like it was nothing out of the ordinary!” Darren blurted out, talking faster than he ever had. The genie in front of him never stopped smiling as she held up what he first thought was a peace sign, but he realized meant that wish number two was up. And a second later the Akita’s owner was pulling the table cloth up. Darren closed his eyes and held his breath.

“I’m so sorry about that. Is she bothering you?” the woman asked in a perfectly pleasant and polite tone. A tone that would have been perfectly normal, had she not just clearly seen her dog eagerly licking a young man’s exposed cock.

“N-no, I’m fine…” Darren replied, his voice tense as if he was sitting on a soap-bubble that was drifting across a canyon, hoping desperately that it wouldn’t burst until he reached the other side.

“He’s great with dogs.” Sabah added helpfully, looking only mildly disappointed that her current client had managed to avert disaster, albeit only barely.

“All right then. Just tell me if she’s being a nuisance and I’ll put her on a leash.” The woman said, taking her leave and sitting down to continue her conversation, completely nonplused that she’d just seen her Luna enthusiastically fellating a young man in public.

“Hey, look at me!” came a voice from below, and as his eyes focused on the fluffy visage of the eager bitch lapping away at his erection.

The Akita seemed happier now that she was once again the center of her newfound mate’s attention, flicking her ears as she kept lashing the young man’s stiffy with her long, silky tongue. Looking around him Darren was amazed that nobody found what was going on even remotely noteworthy, the only eyes focused on him being Sabah’s silvery pair which was managing to look judgmental and bored at the same time.

Still feeling anxious, he spread his legs as far as the he could in the chair, tensing up when the canine femme used the extra room to push her mouth past the flap of his boxers, his shaft resting against the feather-soft fluff on the top of her muzzle as she began running that tongue across his sack. He bit of a groan, still nervous about testing just how well the jinn’s magic will hold, his hands moving down until they were cupping either side of the Akita’s head. He could hear as well as feel the happy bitch moan, considering she was nuzzling his family jewels at the time, her short pointy ears flicking to get his attention.

She dug her nose out from his boxers and began to stroke the underside of his shaft with that broad canine tongue just as Darren’s fingers traveled to the bases of her ears, drawing more curious little noises from Luna. The happy canine redoubled her efforts, eager to show her appreciation for the ear scratchies she was getting as the male she was servicing tensed up a little more with each stroke of her tongue. But this tension no longer had anything to do with the fact that this was happening in public, and Darren knew that he wouldn’t last much longer of the Akita kept slurping away between his legs.

“I’m… if you don’t stop, I’ll…” he grunted out, softly but apparently loud enough for the ears he was scratching to pick up.

“Oh no! Wait! Wait, wait…” the Akita said, her words having a bark-like quality as the female took her muzzle off the human’s now shiny shaft and quickly spun around as best as she could under the table. “In there! You have to do it in there!”

Darren found it ironic that between him and the dog, he was the one that was speechless. The female was presenting herself to him, her tail held up high and curled up and exposing a mocha-brown canine sex that was so close that he could feel the heat of it against the head of his erect shaft. He only realized he’d been stunned by the sight that had been his fantasy since adolescence when the bitch in front of him impatiently took a step back, just far enough to make the spade bump against his glans.

“C’mon! Don’t you like me?” she asked, and for a moment Darren felt like he’d heard both the words and the plaintive canine whine they so closely resembled.

Taking a deep breath, and realizing just how much of the female’s scent he’d taken in along with it, he put one hand on the top of her haunches while the other guided the tip of his cock to the Akita’s waiting femininity. He felt more excited than he ever had in his life – more than the first time he’d had an orgasm, more than when he lost his virginity. His eyes were locked on the sight of Luna’s spade as the blunt tip of his shaft pushed against it, slipping a little until he found just the right angle and the head slid past her Y-shaped folds.

He guessed that his ‘rewired’ brain didn’t think the sharp little yip that followed needed translation, the young man’s gentlemanly intention of holding himself there to let Luna adjust to him becoming irrelevant when the Akita pushed back, her fluffy tail trembling as the canine cunny now wrapped around Darren slid further along his length.

The insides of his first bitch felt blissfully tight, and Darren found himself amazed by how hot the Akita’s femininity felt as more and more of his length was swallowed up by the eager dog’s spade. His hands were on her hips but he just sat there, motionless apart from the twitching of his member as the lusty she-dog pushed her fluffy rear further and further towards him. By the time her bulging vulva was wrapped around the base of his cock her back was arched a little and Darren could feel her muscles twitching even under the thick layer of fluffy fur.

Only once he was hilted inside her did he realize he couldn’t really move in this position, but getting into a more comfortable one would mean pulling out of the quivering canine sex wrapped tight around him, and even if Luna was willing to let him, he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to do it. Instead he just did his best to shift back and forth in his seat, knowing that it wouldn’t take much more than that to set him off but hoping he could make this feel good for the Akita as well.

“Yes! That, like that!” the she-dog almost barked out, parting her hind-legs a little more as the steely length shifted around inside her.

Darren could see that he wasn’t pulling more than an inch out of her with his grinding thrusts, but he could feel his cock shifting around the canine love-tunnel, guessing from Luna’s tone that the hard length probing round inside her felt good enough, at least for now. He used his grip on the Akita’s furry hips to pull her rear back a little to meet every short thrust, and once the bitch wrapped around him felt that he began rocking back and forth, pushing back against him every time he pushed forward into her.

“Good girl…” he mumbled, and smiled when the remark got Luna’s tail wagging.

Darren’s breathing was becoming ragged but it wasn’t from the effort of mating with the now panting canine, but rather form the effort of holding himself back. His body was begging for sweet release and just the thought of letting loose and filling the eager Akita with every drop he had in him almost pushed him over. But wanted, needed this to be real sex – to know that this wound up being as amazing for the happy bitch humping back against him as it was bound to be for him. No girl he’d ever slept with had seemed disappointed with his size, but he knew that what he had would still fall short of what a male of Luna’s breed had hidden away in his sheath, so he worried if he could really measure up…

When the Akita’s panting turned into high-pitched whines and whimpers, he knew that she was (thankfully!) close. Gripping her hips firmly, he did his best to thrust as quickly as he could against the bitch, the instinctively familiar mating hold making her stiffen up as she let her male rut her. Darren was gritting his teeth, having reached the limit of his self-control when he suddenly felt the canine femininity wrapped around him squeeze tight around the base of his shaft.

He pulled the fluffy behind back and drove himself as deep as he could, feeling the well-stuffed spade flex around him, the Akita’s head dropping and the whimpering yips she was making pushing him over the edge. The velvety canine sex seemed to respond to the first rope of his seed, the walls caressing his length as he emptied himself inside the Akita’s warm depths. Her spade had instinctively clenched up, trying to form a seal despite the fact that unlike a dog Darren had no knot to tie him to his bitch.

He tried to stifle his groans despite the fact that he seemed to be the only one noticing them, his entire body still tensed as he continued to drain himself in the quivering canine love-tunnel still caressing the length twitching within it. He heaved out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding, along with the fluffy rump. When he felt his shaft spurt its last he began pulling out of the panting bitch under the table, only to have her shove her furry rear back at him.

“No, stay!” Luna barked out, and Darren tried to focus on her rather than the genie sniggering at the other end of the table as the Akita used a phrase he suspected her owner used on her. “You aren’t supposed to pull out! It comes out when it’s ready…” she insisted, and the male buried in her still quivering spade realized that she was acting on instinct. She’d never been tied with a male, but a part of her knew that he was supposed to stay inside her for a while even after he was done.

And since he really wasn’t in a hurry to get anywhere Darren just leaned back, finding it hard to tear his eyes away from the canine femininity hugging his shaft and holding him inside the satisfied Akita. He stayed harder than he imagined, and the fluffy bitch had no complaints when his head finally slipped out of her freshly-bred spade. Turning around she was considerate enough to give him a quick cleaning, her human mate doing his best no to tense up at the sensation of a large tongue lapping away at his oversensitive member. Once Luna figured he was clean enough she scooted out from under the table and gave him a brief glance before resuming her post at her mistress’ side, the woman once again immersed in the conversation with her friend and completely ignorant of her pet who was now busy cleaning herself.

“So, you spent two wishes on… that. Was it worth it?” Sabah asked.

“Yeah…” was the best Darren could come up with. His interlude with the Akita had been brief, but had drained him more than he thought it would, or more than he imagined anything could. He felt like he’d been carrying a tension around inside him since puberty, and that it had left him the moment he’d left his seed in the puff-furred bitch who was even now cleaning up the excess. It was hard to tell with Sabah’s peculiar complexion, but when his eyes finally focused on the jinn seated opposite he was sure he’d seen her blush for a moment before she hid her face behind the menu…

*******

“Faster, faster!” came the panting plea and Darren did his best to accommodate it, or to be more precise - her.

It was day two since he made his first wish, and he was still trying to get used to the subtle way the world around him had changed. Of course, there were the less-than-subtle changes, such as the golden retriever urging him to go faster. He’d been walking home from the convenience store with the unavoidable jinn by his side when the yellow-furred bitch came trotting from the opposite direction, keeping up with her jogging owner. The young woman had run past him, but stopped once she realized that her canine companion was no longer keeping up.

The retriever had been even less subtle than the Akita from the coffee shop, rubbing her muzzle against Darren’s crotch before spinning around and presenting for him. And her owner’s reaction to that peculiar behavior had been to take a break! The woman had settled down on a nearby bench, taking a bowl out from her little backpack and filling it with water before taking a drink herself. She was even now a few feet away, checking her phone while a stranger bred her dog.

“G-good! That’s good…” the golden-furred bitch panted happily as Darren knelt behind her, pistoning away at the canine sex hugging his shaft.

And while the Akita he’d been with had been fairly assertive, the blonde bitch currently lifting her tail for him seemed more than happy to just present and let the male do all the work. At first Darren had figured she might be tired from the run, but the way she was fidgeting and wagging her bushy tail against his chest it became more likely that she was just naturally hyper.

She gave an eager yip and Darren assumed he must be doing something right. He was really hammering away at her now, the retriever’s coat muffling the smack of his hips against her behind. It still felt unbelievable to actually be living out his fantasies – gripping a gorgeous bitch by her hips and feeling her spade clutch his shaft as he bred her with a wild abandon.

He actually saw the retriever’s speared spade twitch before she started to yip and whine, the muscles twitching under that luxurious coat as she came around him. He hadn’t really been that close, but the sensation of a canine cunny milking him put him on edge. He threw his head back when he felt his sack tense, humping away at the fluffy behind as he neared release, but was surprised when the ditzy canine simply slipped off him.

“Mmmmmfff, that felt great! But was it supposed to come out so soon?” she asked while Darren, ironically enough, couldn’t get a word out. He’d been seconds away from cumming and was starting to realize that bitches like this one must be the reason males had knots in the first place! “Maybe there’s something wrong with it?” the blonde canine wondered out loud, turning around and sniffing the shaft dripping her juices.

Darren was about to say something when the curious bitch have his cock a lick, cupping the tip of her tongue as she ran it along the underside of his shaft. He guessed she either liked the taste, or the sound the lick had drawn from his throat, because soon enough she was bathing his manhood, his erection so stiff that it barely bobbed as the velvety canine tongue lashed over it over and over.

“I think something’s gonna happen!” the yellow-furred bitch exclaimed happily and Darren was about to warn her when a flick of her tongue over his head pushed him over the edge. When his cock began to twitch the retriever femme paused to stare at it, taking the first rope of human seed directly between her slightly crossed eyes.

Her tongue pressed against his slit just in time to catch his second jet, the taste of his spunk seeming to agree with her since she began flicking the tip against his head, managing to catch most of his subsequent spurts in her muzzle. After his cock stopped twitching she tried giving it a few more licks, as if hoping to coax some more out, but lost interest when the thoroughly cleaned length started to drop.

“Well, I’m not sure we did that exactly right, but we can try again next time right? Only, I have to get back to my run now, but we’re bound to run into each other again. Okay-gotta-run-now-bye!” the bitch yipped, padding off towards her owner as the two resumed their jog.

“I... you know, I never thought stereotypes about blondes were true…” Darren mused, tucking himself back into his pants and staring of in the direction of the running retriever.

“They aren’t…” Sabah replied, seemingly as surprised by the peculiar bitch as the young man was. “But I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day…”

*******

Jogging was a part of Darren’s routine, and one he generally enjoyed. He worked form home most of the time and could set his own hours, but still preferred to do his running at the crack of dawn. There were definite advantages – no pedestrians on the sidewalks, and the streets were deserted so the air he was sucking in wasn’t laced with car exhaust. Not to mention that the morning dew clinging to the grass made thing smell invigoratingly green. He tried to focus on all those things and keep his eyes ahead, doing his best to block out the intrusion to this morning’s routine. He knew that if he were to look back he’d spot a bored-looking woman gripping the back of his shirt and gliding along as if she were a balloon.

“Wouldn’t you *huff* rather run along with *huff* me?”

“No, never really saw the appeal.” Sabah replied, either ignorant or unconcerned with the fact she was getting on Darren’s nerves.

“Or stay *huff* home?”

“Not while you’ve still got one wish left. I have to be around to hear it. Can you imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t been with you when you made the second one?” she asked, purposefully reminding the huffing human of the close shave he had when an amorous Akita had decided to have some fun under his table. “I know for a fact that I’m not slowing you down. I told you my people are air spirits, remember? Most of the time my feet don’t even touch the ground. You wouldn’t even know you were dragging me along if you didn’t insist on looking over your shoulder. Speaking of which, maybe get your eyes back on the road?”

Darren was about to ask her what she meant by that, but the moment he turned his head away from his stowaway he got her gist. It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say that the massive dog dead ahead was blocking the narrow pavement, and when the tall canine’s tail began to wag, Darren got the feeling that the road-block was set up specifically for him. A pair of un-docked ears perked up, but the ash-grey Great Dane remained immobile, seemingly just patient enough to wait for the jogging human to reach it. Or more likely her Darren thought to himself. The dog was too far away for him to really spot the difference, but he was getting better at reading body language, especially when it was less than subtle.

“Well hello there!” the tall female called out once he came within a few feet of her, stopping to catch his breath. “You know, I’ve seen you running by my home every day for ages and I’ve felt that… well, it’s just silly that we’ve never properly met each other. I’m Masha…” the Dane said, actually sitting down and daintily extending a paw towards Darren. Her muzzle had been closed the whole time, the head tilted at a curious angle but the young man had heard her speak quite clearly, her tone reminiscent of a suburban soccer-mom, although he figured their surroundings might have something to do with that.

“I’m Darren…” he said, giving the big grey paw a brief shake. “So you live here, huh? Are you, uh… supposed to be outside?”

“What? Oh yes, the fence…” she said glancing at the chain-link barrier that was for the most par swallowed up by a thick hedge. “Well you know how it is… I respect my owners’ desire for me to remain within the yard unless I’m accompanied, but they do like to sleep in and you seem to be an early bird, so I had to take some personal initiative to arrange this little meeting. The way I figure, if they really had something against me ever going outside on my own, they would have built the fence higher, don’t you agree?” she asked, and Darren just nodded for the sake of politeness. But if he were being honest, the chain-link fence still seemed pretty tall. Tall enough that even a dog as large as Masha would have had to spend some time purposefully working out the best way to get over it…

“I like to run too!” the Dane chirped, apparently eager to shift the focus from the fact that she was outside without permission. “I feel it’s important to look after oneself, keep in good trim... I do hope the effort shows…” she added, unsubtly stretching in front of Darren and watching out the corner of her eye to make sure his were on her.

“It sure does. You look very… uh, sleek.” He said, noticing that as clumsy as the compliment had been, it still got the Dane’s rope-like tail wagging. If he was being honest, Masha was a sight that was impressive going on intimidating – tall and with muscles flowing under her fur and suggesting there was a lot of power packed into that sleek form.

“Oh, I really am glad to hear you say that! It’s just that… well, after having two litters I guess I’ve lost a bit of confidence in my appearance. I know I probably sound a little vain, but… well I don’t think I should let myself go just because I’m six years old. I still feel like I’m in my prime…”

“You certainly look like you are…” Darren replied, noticing that despite her insecure and bashful tone, the Dane had closed what little distance there was between them.

“Listen I… Oh dear! I don’t know what you’ll think of me… I’m usually very well behaved! I know people are often a bit anxious around large dogs, so I do my best to be gentle and not come on to strong but… well I couldn’t help but notice the way you’ve been looking at me while we’ve been talking…” Masha said, her tone becoming a little smoother even as she openly eyed Darren’s crotch and the promising tent forming in his shorts. “… and the feeling is very mutual. Well, you know how it is – it’s that time of the year for me, and with that in mind what do you say that we let nature take its course form here on?”

“You mean…” the young man was about to ask, but as unsubtle as the Dane’s words had been they were casual flirtations compared to what she did next. The sleek grey bitch hoped up and laid her forepaws against the chain-link fence, standing upright as she held her tail out of the way and looked over one shoulder.

“Once when I was at the park I noticed two young humans in the bushes. I’d merely been looking for my ball, of course, but I couldn’t help but see them mating. It was a curious position – the female with her hands against a tree while the male behind her… well, it suck in my mind, and I figured it would be more comfortable for you. That is if you want to…”

To be honest, Daren had been interested. Masha was a looker, and it was endearing how a six year old bitch worried she might be too old for him. But even if he hadn’t, he was fairly certain that the Dane’s combination of bedroom and puppy-dog eyes would have gotten the best of him. And then there was the pose she was striking. Leaning against the fence, the Dane was almost as tall as he was, the swell of her out-thrust chest tapering down into a slim waist. It was plainly the body of a four-legged canine, but the pose was straight out of soft-core porn, right down to the expectant over-the-shoulder gaze.

As his eyes slid lower, he could see quite plainly what Masha had meant by ‘that time’. Her spade was slightly swollen and noticeably moist, and once he got his hand close to it he could feel the literal heat radiating from the fertile female’s sex. He could see it twitching even before he pressed one finger against the center of the sensitive spade, the canine honeypot squeezing down the moment his digit pushed past it and into the eager Dane.

“Mpppfhhh! Don’t tease!” the bitch pleaded, although she was pushing herself back on his finger, so it was a bit of a mixed message. If Darren was being honest, he wouldn’t have minded a bit of foreplay to get some of his energy back after his interrupted run, but parts of him insisted he do as the Dane begged even if he has to drag himself home.

Standing behind her he put one hand on the side of the Dane’s chest, feeling a nipple stiffen under his touch as the big female’s heart thumped away under her fur. He crouched down a little, using his other hand to guide his shaft to the now dripping canine sex, gritting his teeth when his head pressed against the Dane’s hot spade, parting her folds as her body seemed to swallow his head. He could feel her opening tense up around him for a second before it relaxed, giving an occasional twitch to urge him to go deeper.

Moving one hand to Masha’s hip he straightened his legs, his groan joining the whine of the eager bitch as an unfamiliar maleness pushed its way deeper into her welcoming sex. It turned out that the Dane was tall enough that he bottomed out inside her once he stood up straight, savoring the sensation of being hilted inside the panting bitch before he started moving. A part of him had been worried about the possibility of disappointing the bitch that had been bred by a male that was bound to be better endowed than he was, but the canine love-tunnel caressing his length told him quite clearly that Masha was happy with what he had, and would no doubt be even happier once he started moving.

He pulled out of her slowly, eyes down and glued to the sight of her swollen sex clinging to his cock, her juices glistening on it as inch after inch was pulled from the warmth of the canine honeypot. When only his head was still being gripped by the ring of feminine muscle he straightened his legs, groaning as his shaft was once again enveloped by the heat of Masha’s sex.

He still couldn’t really get over how surreal this was. True, the streets were still deserted, but he still found it hard to believe that this powerful bitch had almost thrown herself at him and here he was, mating her in full view of anyone who cared to walk by. It also made it strange to know that he was the only person in the world who knew just how bizarre this was. Well, apart from the genie leaning against the fence and looking bored, although Darren could swear he caught her glancing at the two of them when she figured he had better things to look at.

“Harder! Please…” Masha panted, and her human lover realized he’d gotten a little carried away. Her posture was so human-like that Darren supposed he’d forgotten what her instinct would insist a mating should feel like.

He wrapped one arm around her barrel chest while the other slipped around her slim waist, shifting his feet a little to give him a better stance. He could only pull about half his length from her now, but that would be enough. The next time he thrust he heard Masha yip, but the loving squeeze she have him as he hilted himself inside her told him this new pace was more to her liking. And even that seemed like an understatement.

It was as if her body was desperate for anything he could give her or anything he could do to her. Darren’s first wish had filled her with a desire for him but it was her heat that made her react this way to a male, to the electric sensation of a shaft stretching her walls and filling the emptiness she felt, a sensation at once familiar and novel. He was still a little worried about being too rough with her, despite the layers of hard muscles he felt under his fingers and the firmness of the canine rump he was humping against.

“Go ahead! Be as- aah!- rough as you want. As loud as you want! I don’t –mpffh!- care if he hears us…”

“If who hears us?” Darren asked, his body heeding the canine femme’s commands, hips stabbing up and into the silken ring wrapped around his cock.

“Hector. My –ngh!- mate…”

“W-would he be the one who throws himself at the steel gate and barks like crazy whenever I run by?” the human asked. His body was rutting on instinct, untroubled by the worm of worry stirring in his mind. He was pretty sure that the massive Great Dane did it just for kicks, but it still scared the shit out of him no matter how many times it happened.

“Mhh-hmm. He cares more about who comes near the fence than who comes near me…” the bitch replied, still arching her back as much as she could, obviously eager for every inch Darren could give her. It was an interesting theory, and one that the thrusting human really needed to be true. After all, Masha’s mate had enjoyed victimizing him for no reason before, and he was in the middle of giving him a very valid cause for grievance. And apparently, a Dane could make it over this fence if they really wanted to.

“Sabah, remember my – ngh!- second wish?”

“I do.” The jinn said smugly, standing off to his left.

“Do you think it works on animals as well? Dogs in particular?”

“Gee, I don’t really know… But I think I know how we could find out! Hector! Here bo-” she called out, interrupted only when Darren’s hand landed square across her mouth. “Ewww, you know where this hand’s been?”

“Well it was a choice of you being grossed out or me being chewed up!” Darren hissed, but despite his worries that a dog he only barely outweighed might come by any moment and catch him rutting his mate, his hips never so much as slowed.

Masha was getting wet, and he could feel his shaft stirring up a mess every time he pushed in despite the fact that the canine vulva wrapped around him kept any of it from leaking out. She was panting now, her muzzle dropped open with a big, wide tongue lolling from it as her new human mate bred her with every ounce of strength he had. Darren wasn’t far from panting himself, pushing himself past the point of exhaustion as the same need driving Masha seemed to infect him. At this point he doubted that even the sight of Hector growling next to him would have made him miss a beat, his consciousness lost in the gloriously intense sensations of the rut.

“Haaahh! S-scruff!” Masha moaned out, the words snapping Darren part-way out of his daze.

“What?”

“Scruff… bite!”

The young man looked puzzled for a second and fought an urge to look over to his side where he could feel Sabah smirking. Despite the fact that he had little qualms energetically rutting the Dane femme in the middle of a public street he felt strangely awkward as he leaned a little further over her, opening his mouth to try and catch her scruff in his teeth. He wasn’t really sure if he was doing it right, but the moment the bitch under him felt a pinch on the back of her neck, her body made sure he knew it too.

The canine spade that had been hugging his length began to squeeze frantically, desperate to grab and hold a knot that he didn’t have. The sensation of the feminine ring milking him made him bite down harder on Masha’s scruff, his hands moving to her hips and holding them as he jackhammered at the spasming canine cunny. He was trying his best to breathe with his mouth full of fur, stars dancing at the edge of his vision as he felt the first rope of his cum shoot from his tip.

This wasn’t Masha’s first mating and Darren could tell it by the way her posture changed when she felt him begin to fill her up. Despite the unfamiliar anatomy and the lack of a knot, the sensation of a male leaving his seed inside her spurt by spurt was familiar and welcome. It made Darren wonder if the motherly bitch was expecting puppies from him, and felt a little bad since he knew for a fact that what he was even now pumping into her wouldn’t make her heat go away.

Then again, if she really was taking an opportunity to make her mate jealous, all she’d have to do would be to parade around in front of Hector with her spade dripping another male’s seed to make the large Dane give her a litter. It would also mean that Hector would be able to smell just who his wife had had an affair with, and the young man was still shooting the last of his load into the panting Masha’s honeypot when he made a mental note to change his jogging route, at least for a little while.

He held himself against the panting Dane bitch, although he was too desperate for air to maintain his love-bite on her scruff. The canine folds continued to pulse and twitch around him, although more gently than when the canine female was riding out her climax. He guessed that being used to a tie Masha would want him to stay in for as long as he could, so he just remained pressed against her, letting his hands roam the Dane’s sleek body as she panted in sheer post-coital bliss.

“Ooooohh, I needed that…” she said, finding her voice only when Darren’s softening cock slipped from her spade, followed by a few drops of pearly-white cum before she clenched up to keep the rest in. “I’m not sure if you know, but a single breeding doesn’t always take, so… don’t be s stranger, huh?” she said, dropping down to all fours and giving him a warm look before she climbed on to a nearby bench. Her muscles bulged all over her body as she tensed them for the leap, and Darren had to admit that she really did look impressive as she launched herself over the fence. Impressive, but not flawless, since her leap wasn’t enough for her rear to make it over, and for a few seconds the young man was treated to the sight of her well-bred rump wriggling just above eye-level, the long legs scrambling until she managed to drop the rest of the way into her yard. As he turned around, Darren didn’t even consider jogging back home, knowing that he’d spent more energy on his morning run than he’d intended to.

“Have I mentioned you are a perv?” the Sabah asked casually, walking along beside him.

“Today? No, I don’t think you did.” He replied, still too happily exhausted to worry about her little remarks. The sun was rising behind them, shortening the shadows the two cast, and the pair had gotten to the end of the block before the jinn muttered ‘Perv.’, never breaking her stride.

*******

“I’ve been thinking about number three…” Darren said. He was in his apartment, sipping his first cup of coffee with Sabah by his side, at least until he uttered the words of his last wish. If you’d told me a week ago that I’d be sorry to see her leave…

“Ready when you are…” the jinn replied, as inscrutable as usual but surprisingly civil.

“Look, I’ve been thinking about what you said – how many humans had a chance to change our world just like that and how we never did. And okay, we are a pretty selfish bunch but I kinda think there might be more than that. Maybe we know deep down that we need to change things ourselves, or we won’t appreciate them. It’s kind of like when someone wins some money, or finds it in the street. Most if not all of it is gonna end up squandered, because you don’t feel the same when you work to earn it. Or maybe we figure that it’s not about making a problem just go away, but learning to solve one. That way we get the feeling that we’ve gotten a little better, that we’ll be able to deal with future problems more easily, or maybe even be smart enough to avert them.”

“Awfully deep thoughts this early in the morning…” she said, but the words were lacking her customarily sarcastic bite.

“Look, I know I must seem like a perv to you. And maybe I am, the latest in a long line of wishers thinking with their dicks…”

“Well it wasn’t always dicks, but go on…” she said. She didn’t really want to show it, but after the way he’d built it up, Sabah was curious to hear what his final wish would be.

“My point is, these two wishes had made me happy. I’ve kinda resigned myself to being alone for… well pretty much the rest of my life I guess. And I still don’t think I’m ever going to have a proper relationship, but Iguess sharing little moments of mutual bliss with someone every now and again… I think I can be happy with that. Happier than I’ve been in a long time. And I know that you had to do what I said, but it doesn’t change the fact that I owe that happiness to you. So I want you to have my last wish…”

“Pardon?” the jinn asked, her silvery eyes going wide at that last sentence. She was sure that after all the centuries she’d lived there was nothing left that could genuinely surprise her, but this one sentance had left her speechless.

“Okay, I’ll phrase it right – my third wish is four you to do something that will make you happy…”

“I… wow, I did not see that coming…” Sabah said, suddenly finding it hard to look the young man in the eyes.

How did that happen? Humans were the ones who looked away whenever she’d stare into their eyes for too long. They were the ones who were hiding all sorts of insecurities, dirty little secrets, desires they didn’t feel brave enough to share with others. She could always stare them down because no matter how hard they looked into her eyes all they’d see is themselves exactly as she saw them.

“I… I’m going to need some time to think about this…” she said, a slight tremor creeping into her voice instead of the usual sharpness. Was this how humans felt when someone dropped limitless power into their lap? No wonder they chose such small, selfish things. The big ones were too daunting, and if her mind recoiled form the prospect of accepting the responsibility for setting the world aright what hope did they have?

“Well I guess you can take as much as you need. I’ve gotta go, I’m meeting a client in about half an hour. And I guess that since I’ve made my final wish this is goodbye…” he said, the words sinking in only after they’d left his mouth. “You know, you were a pain in the ass sometimes… well a lot of times actually, but I’m definitely better off for having met you. Hope you make yourself as happy as you’ve made me…” he finished but Sabah only nodded, staring off to the side. He wasn’t really sure if she’d heard that last part, but he supposed that as far as she was concerned, they were done. With a last look he left his apartment, and the millennia-old being who was thinking about her future for the first time in her life…

*******

As he unlocked the door of his apartment, Darren found it strange to think that he’d find it empty once he opened it. Sabah had been an abrasive intrusion in his life, at least to begin with, but she’d also been the only person he’d shared his deepest secret with. And while she’d hardly been supportive, she didn’t really judge him, or more to the point – no more than she did the rest of mankind. It was strange to think he’d once again be alone after having someone by his side all the time.

The first few times he’d woken up he’d been terrified to see the silver-eyed woman sitting patiently by his bed. His only moments of privacy were those he spent in the bathroom, and even those were spent with the knowledge that she was within hearing distance, waiting for the final wish. With that out of the way he doubted she’d stick around. After all, for the first time in her existence she’d been given the chance to do something for herself. He had no idea where her own desires might take the jinn, but he did feel good about giving her the chance to pursue them. The moment he opened the door all thoughts of being alone were gone, dispelled by the large Doberman sitting in the hall, apparently waiting for him.

“What the… how the hell did you get in?”

“I never left…” the Doberman replied in a strangely sheepish tone for such a fierce-looking canine. And one that would have been familiar, had it only been a little more jaded…

“S-Sabah?”

“Yeah… I suppose I should explain…” the jinn-turned-dog said, flicking her docked ears as she avoided the young man’s astonished stare. “It wasn’t as… easy for me. Figuring out what will make me happy. For my entire life I’ve never had any desires, never thought about my future or what I want. I never had something that I yearned for just waiting for a wish to make it come true. You are the first person to ever care about my happiness, and that includes me!” she said, glancing at Darren out of the corner of one brown eye.

“It’s kind of scary, you know? Suddenly you have a future where anything can happen and you have this one chance to get things right. So without any idea what to do, I figured I might as well stick with the only person to ever care about me.” she continued, and Darren was surprised by the slight tremble in her voice.

“So you don’t think I’m a perv anymore?” he asked, testing to see just how mush this revelation had changed her.

“No, you are…” she replied, still looking bashful but her tail had waged a few times at the sight of the expression on the young man’s face. “But you’re also one of a kind. I mean, that last wish could have given you literally anything and you gave it away for my sake. So I figured if I can’t work out how to be happy, I might as well as stay with the man who gave up so much just to make me happy…” she said, and for the first time since he’d met her (and Darren suspected for the first time ever) she looked genuinely vulnerable. It then dawned on him just how much Sabah had put on the line here, hoping that he would want her at her side. He was momentarily stunned, long enough that Sabah felt he need to break the silence.

“Look, I don’t mean to be a burden to you. I think… I think I can also do something for you. You’ve been living your fantasy for a week or so, but you must have noticed there’s one thing you aren’t getting from those females…”

“Yeah…” he admitted, knowing what the former genie was talking about, because it had been on his mind as well. His brain could parse the behavior of a female dog into something that seemed identical to human speech, but it really wasn’t it. They were still as feral as they had always been, and if physical and some simple emotional affection was all he needed a bitch would be all too happy to provide it. But in the long run he knew it would become evident that it was a make-believe relationship.

“So, here we are. You kinda painted yourself into a corner with your two wishes, and with all my vast life experience and wisdom I’m starting to feel like I might have made a really stupid one too. But I kind of feel like… like this could work out if we gave it a try…”

“So is that why you…” he trailed off, looking the Dobie up and down.

“Well yeah. Kinda figured I had to, if I wanted to catch your eye. I mean I was there every time you… well you always looked so happy with a bitch, and they looked happy, so I figured I’d change. So, what do you think?” she said, getting up and actually posing in front of the young man trying his best to spress a smile. “What’s not to like? Sleek, sexy, a striking color pattern…”

“Powerful too…” Darren remarked, and he wasn’t kidding. Sabah’s was tall, even for a Doberman, and as she stretched in front of him he couldn’t fail to notice the flow of muscles under her shiny fur...

“Yeah, well your first two wishes still stand, so if I have to compete with other females, I figured I’d give myself an advantage…” she said, her voice perking up a little as she caught the man she was interested in staring at her. “C’mon, if nothing else, I know you think I’m hot!” she finished, and at this point Darren couldn’t keep hiding his smile. He wasn’t ready to admit it quite yet, at least not to Sabah, but his mood had brightened a little when he’d opened the door and realized she was still here. And he knew she had a point – here was a female that he not only found attractive, but one that could challenge him. In fact one that was sure to challenge him. Probably frustrate him as well.

“All right, let’s give it a shot. But let’s take things slow. Right now I just want to zone out on the couch and let everything sink in a little…” he said, plopping down on one side of the sofa and turning on the TV. Sabah wasted little time climbing on, immediately laying her head in his lap and twisting around until she was facing the screen.

“Yeah, this feels like it’s gonna work…” she said, her whole body relaxing except one bit that seemed determined to wag.

*******

“You sure you want to do this?” Darren asked, and it was an honest question despite the fact he was hoping with all his hearts for an affirmative answer.

“Yeah. I’m a little antsy but… I feel like we’re ready for this…” Sabah said, tip-toeing around the truth by making it sound like this was a big step for both of them. “What about you? Sure you don’t want to ‘take things slow’?” she teased.

“Hey, we took things slow! We’ve been on a date, remember?”

“We’ve been on a walk!” Sabah tossed back, her impressive array of teeth glinting as she grinned.

“…through the park. That’s a legitimate date!”

“Fine then. As long as you don’t think I’m easy.” She said, and for a moment Darren considered pointing out that she’s probably the most difficult person he’d ever met, but figured he was better off just nodding.

In all honesty, Sabah knew that they were speeding up a little, since it had only been a few days ago that they’d made their little agreement. And it had worked out, so much so that part of her was hesitant to take this next step so soon, but the Dobie knew she had to go through with this. Her new body was making demands, and she knew it wasn’t interested in another night of frustrating cuddling on the couch. But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let him know he’s got the upper hand! she thought, her muzzle curling in a private smile as she rolled over on the bed. She’d felt silly practicing both the pose and staying on her back, which was a bit tricky if you happened to be dog-shaped, but the sight of Darren staring at her told her practice had paid off.

“Like what you see?” she asked sweetly, not bothering to hide her delight. Her ears were perked, the tip of her muzzle hiding behind the forepaws she kept curled against her chest for a sort of playfully shy look. And further along her body things got a lot less shy, although no less playful. She could almost feel Darren’s gaze traveling down her sleek form, until it settled between her legs.

“I dunno, let me get a closer look…” he said, but it wasn’t eyes Sabah was feeling on her soft sex a moment later. “Looks like a fortune cookie…”

“Well open it up, maybe it’s your lucky day…” the Dobie gal replied, rolling her eyes at her lover’s quip just before they went wide. Her splayed hind-legs tensed for a second as Darren’s fingers gently pried her Y-shaped folds open. The intimate touch had felt more intense than she’d expected it to, but she still managed to keep her cool. But when she felt one finger gently press against the pink flesh her lover had exposed, she lost her grip on it and let out a yip that probably had every male dog in hearing range standing up. “…or maybe it’s my lucky day.” She breathed out, her voice trembling as she waited to feel more.

“I’d say. I’ve barely touched you and you’re making those kinds of noises?”

“Yeah well expect to hear a lot –eeeEEeee!- m…more! It’s my first time, after all…” she said, unable to meet her lover’s gaze as she let her dirty little secret slip.

“You mean as a dog?”

“I meant what I said…” she almost barked back, trying to feel irritated at this line of questioning, something that was getting harder and harder to do with Darren’s finger pressed against the velvety insides of her canine sex.

“Oh wow. So you’re a multi-millennia-old virgin? No wonder you were so snarky…”

“L-less talk and more… nghhh!” the jinn-turned-dog began, but bit of her sentence when her lover’s finger slipped inside her, if only just barely. “…that!” she finished, almost growling the last word out as Darren used his other fingers to massage the canine femininity now clenching around the digit pushing past it.

She wasn’t sure how long he’d been playing around with her when he finally pulled out but she was sure it hadn’t been long enough. She was about to plead with him to slip his finger back in when she saw him kneel just behind her splayed legs, holding one hand palm-down on her belly as the other guided…

Her ears perked and her eyes went wide enough to show whites as the spongy yet firm tip of her lover’s cock pressed against her spade, mashing against it for a few seconds as Darren tried to work a blunt head into an opening meant for a pointy tip. Sabah felt the exact moment he got the right angle, just before she felt her new canine cunny stretch a lot more than it did when it was just a fingertip working its way in there. After the glans pried her open, it was sinfully easy for the rest of the smooth shaft to slide into her moist depths, the inches drawing out a needy whine from her muzzle as they slid deeper.

“Does that feel good?” she heard Darren ask, a teasing tone but she took some satisfaction form the tension her sharp canine ears picked up in it.

“No, little Timmy just fell down the well…” she tossed back, barely keeping her own voice steady. “Now if you’re –ngh!- done with the stupid questions…” she asked, giving the trapped manhood a good firm squeeze with her splayed spade, smiling as that got an answering groan from the man sheathed inside her.

Darren had rolled his eyes at Sabah’s quip, but they’d almost rolled back in his head when the bitch under him tensed her sex, his shaft throbbing within her as her spade squeezed hard around the base. He took a moment just to savor her wrapped around him and sprawled out on the bed. He put his hands on her hips and slowly ran them up along her toned sides, letting the thumbs rub gently against the stiff black nipples poking out of the tan-orange fur.

His eyes slid lower as he started to pull out, glued to the sight of the dark, puffy spade clinging to him as he withdrew himself from her, as if worried he’d slip out and leave. Sabah hadn’t made a noise (or maybe just not one a human’s ears could pick up) as he pulled almost all the way out of her, but the groan that left her muzzle as he pushed back in was as telling as the pulsing of her sex, the canine slit dimpling as he sheathed himself in her once again.

The first time Darren had pushed himself into her, Sabah hadn’t really known what to expect, but as her human lover began to sink back within her, she could feel her body eagerly (if not greedily) welcoming the firm length back in. His pace was slow, allowing her to focus on the sensation of his head nudging various sensitive spots along her velvety walls, her canine sex twitching with every inch it took and the wonderfully intimate sensation of fullness she felt when his hips pressed against her rear. A unfamiliar smell reached her keen nose and it took the amorous Dobie a few seconds to realize it was her own musk.

Even though she couldn’t see what was happening back there, she’d seen her lover with other bitches often enough that her imagination could paint a pretty accurate picture. She was getting wetter down there with every slow thrust and she could imagine Darren’s cock glistening under a thin layer of her honey even as it made its own mess inside her. The next time he was hilted in her sex she felt him hesitate for a second before he lowered himself, resting on his elbows with his chest against hers.

Sabah was amazed at how much more intimate this felt, considering that what they’d been doing up till that point had seemed as intimate as you can get. And she was even more amazed when after staring at his face she felt her own rising until she was pressing her muzzle against his lips. The kiss served to muffle the needy whimper she let out when Darren shifted inside her, and the louder moan when he resumed his thrusting.

In this position his strokes were shallower, but he was moving faster, sawing in and out of her until it became hard to tell when he was pulling out and when he was driving himself back in. She could feel part of his weight resting on her and was surprised by how comforting it seemed, the motion of his body against hers as he rutted her, and the feeling of her nipples rubbing against smooth skin.

Darren had been surprised by the kiss, but even more by how welcome it was. It was a human gesture of affection, something that had been missing with his brief but pleasant interludes with feral bitches. He was soon kissing Sabah back, his tongue wrestling with hers despite being hopelessly outmatched even as his hips rose and fell, driving his shaft in and out of the canine quim in short, sharp strokes.

“You can… mpfhhh... harder!” he hear her mumble, breaking the kiss only long enough to get a few breathy words out.

Sabah yipped into their kiss as her lover obliged her, pistoning away with such force she could feel her rump bouncing as every thrust drove it against the squeaking springs of the mattress. She broke the kiss again, this time out of a desperate need for air. She buried her muzzle into her lover’s neck, panting against it and letting out bizarre but apparently encouraging noises.

As her orgasm built, she realized why humans lost their senses over this. This was stupefying, a force that overwhelmed reason as it rose up from somewhere deep inside her to cloud the mind. It was a tension, thrilling and maddening building further and growing stronger with every second she spent panting under her lover. She felt herself losing control over her new body, the powerful muscles twitching and flexing as if of their own accord, especially the ones between her legs.

But as strong as the feeling gripping her seemed, it broke in just a second, shattering and seeming to take Sabah’s mind along with it. There wasn’t a thought left in her head at that moment, and almost no senses apart from that of touch. She felt the heat of her lover as he kept rutting away, the weight of him as their chests pressed against each other, and the motion of his shaft as it pistoned in and out of her. Her sex had tightened around it, an instinctive grip meant to trap a canine member, and one that had no chance of doing so with a shaft that lacked a knot.

She realized then that a true bitch would only climax when a swelling bulge was inside her, and her reflex would trap it in, halting all motion except form some tugging and grinding. Without a knot, it was just her canine cunny wrapped tight around a shaft that was still being driven in and out of her at a maddening pace, the grip of her silken walls only serving to intensify the already overwhelming friction. It kept her riding the crest of her climax until she heard Darren groan, his thrusts becoming shallow and erratic just before she felt his cock begin to twitch.

The Dobie held her breath as the trapped shaft throbbed inside her, only letting it out as a gasp when she felt the first rope of her lover’s seed squirt inside her. Her canine spade was still twitching, milking the shaft as the human on top of her began to empty himself into her post-coitally sensitive passage. She could feel the first few spurts, but after that it just felt like a heat swelling between her legs as Darren ground his crotch against her twitching spade.

She could hear his breathing winding down, and felt his arms around her just before he flipped the two of them over. His shaft had slipped about half way out of her and she could smell the sharp scent of his seed clinging to it, despite the fact that her femininity was hoarding the rest of the gooey load. She remembered the bitches the young man had been with insisting he stay in, but for her part she was willing to forgo a few inches of his manhood for a chance to just cuddle together. And as he brought his mouth to her muzzle for another kiss, Sabah suspected she really was giving Darren something those other females couldn’t…

*******

Taking a deep breath, Sabah took a moment to appreciate her canine nose as it took in the many scents wafting on the moist air. The surface of the lake rippled gently in the breeze, the expanse of cool water becoming increasingly inviting as the Sun climbed the sky. The smell of wet sand was giving way as the shadows shortened and the sunlight stripped the dew from it, and she knew that the white belt surrounding the water would be too hot to stand on by the time afternoon came ‘round. And there was also the woodsy scent coming from the willow grove behind her, even a few notes of smoke as some distant camper lit a fire to cook their breakfast.

“I hope you’re enjoying the view as well…” she spoke, not bothering to turn to face Darren. She knew for a fact she wouldn’t be able to see him, and she felt rather than heard his mumbled and entirely unintelligible reply. “I warned you what I’d do if I won, didn’t I?” she asked sweetly, giving her hips a little wriggle as her wagging tail kicked up sand just above the young man’s head.

Although she suspected Darren was enjoying himself down there, she knew for a fact that he must be getting tired. Well, parts of him, at least. But she felt no guilt as she savored her win, for several reasons. One was that the little challenge was his idea to begin with. The second was that the lingering taste of the human’s seed on her tongue testified that she’d won fair and square. And while she did enjoy having Darren eat her little ‘fortune-cookie’, he’d been a little too optimistic when he suggested he could get her off before she did the same for him. It wasn’t much of a bet since all Sabah really won were bragging rights. Well, that, and a temporary beach-towel, of sorts.

There weren’t many people on the beach this early in the morning, but of course there would be no problem if there were. She was an unusual dog, but dog enough for Darren’s second wish to apply, and the two had no worries about being spotted by the other campers. Still, privacy was nice even if they didn’t need it, and Sabah found herself enjoying it almost as much as her lover’s lips pressing against her spade as his tongue delved into it.

Her ears perked a little when the hands that had been perfectly happy to cup her firm haunches began moving, the thumbs trailing along her fur until they reached her spade and pulled the canine femininity open. She felt her tail tremble and stop mid-wag, her back arching a little and pressing her sex against her lover’s face.

“Mmmmhh, didn’t we say anything about using hands?” she asked, a whine creeping into her voice as Darren’s tongue now reached a little deeper into her honeypot.

“Nu-uh…” came the reply, the young man under her either too busy or to tongue-cramped to go into more detail.

“Just doesn’t seem f-aah!- fair…” she gasped as she was pried open a little wider, exposing her delicate pink tunnel to her lover’s amorous licks. And she lost her voice entirely when one thumb slipped into her moist muff, the puffy spade clenching around him as the nimble tongue circled its rim. Sabah found herself torn, since she really did enjoy sitting on Darren’s face and having him service her like this. On the other hand, her fuse had been burning for a while now, and she was also really looking forward to the bang.

The thumb slipped out and the Dobie had to keep herself from whining for Darren to put it back, since she didn’t want to give up this alpha-bitch persona just yet. She had expected something else to take the thumb’s place in her twitching sex, and was surprised when the now dripping digit pressed at a very sensitive spot just under her tail. It was a gentle touch, just a hint of pressure against her pink pucker, so Sabah was surprised that it felt so… intense! Her tail-hole had tensed up on reflex but as Darren kept lapping away at her spade she could feel her tail rise and curl up even as the pink ring relaxed.

And just like that her seat went from comfy to frustrating, her jaw clenching as Daren kept gently massaging the pink spot under her tail, smearing her own wetness over the pucker but not letting the digit slip in, at least not yet. And with every rub Sabah found herself wondering if she wanted it to. As her excitement mounted her imagination ran wild, and in her mind’s eye it was no longer a thumb teasing her down there. Her posture as a Dobie-dome vanished only to be replaced by the image of a blunt head teasing her pucker, her tail raised hig- no, held high in a firm grip, leaving her defenseless, unable to stop the blunt tip from prying her open and…

“Aaauughhh, fu…” she growled out, loosing what little control she had as her rear instinctively humped back against the face of her lover. She felt his hands move back to her rump, no doubt to keep her steady as she rode out her climax, drenching the human’s face with her scent as he gave her twitching spade a few last licks. As her breathing got back to normal and her body stopped twitching she raised her rump and turned around, grinning at the sight of Darren squinting after having the morning sun eclipsed by her shapely rear for so long. With her forepaws folded against his chest, she began lovingly cleaning her mess off his face while curious little notions bubbled up through the post-coital haze.

*******

The rest of their day had been pretty tame compared to their morning wager, but no less enjoyable – plenty of fooling around in the water, snuggling in the shade and eating various tasty things hot off the grill. It had been typical vacation fun, and it did wonders for Sabah who’d never had a vacation in her life, but as the sky darkened and they settled down next to their little campfire, she felt something inside her kindling along with it.

“Hope you saved some energy…” she said, looking up at Darren while keeping her head in his lap. He had his hand scratching away behind her ear, and as nice as that felt there were parts of her body that were feeling left out.

“I’ve got plenty. You have something in mind?” Daren asked, catching a twinkle in those big brown eyes.

“Sorta… Wanna try something a little wild, or are you happy just poking around?” she quipped, enjoying the confused look on Darren’s face almost as much as his expression when he finally got the hint. “I have to admit, your little stunt got me curious…” she murred, and once she felt something hard stirring under her chin she knew her mate was on board. He only had a pair of swim trunks on so she didn’t have to wait long for him to disrobe, stretching for effect with her rear turned towards him and her tail raised. “Just get yourself a little slippery first…” she said when she felt his hands on her behind.

She widened her stance as she felt his head prod at her canine muff, moaning in delight as it slipped in, followed by the rest of Darren’s manhood being pushed inside in one smooth stroke. With him sheathed in her honeypot, it was tempting just to mate with him and leave the more adventurous ideas for some other time, but the memory of the way she’d reacted to his poke earlier that day strengthened her resolve. She looked behind her as Darren began to pull out after a few more strokes, noticing the sheen of canine juices covering his shaft as he angled it a little higher.

His other hand moved to the base of her tail and gripped it gently but firmly, unnecessary since it was already up but still a thrilling little gesture that had the Dobie’s pucker winking. She felt the tip press against the pink ring, squirting a little against it and betraying just how excited Darren was by this little novelty. He looked into her eyes and she gave him a little nod, bracing her forepaws and doing her best to relax back there.

At first just having her lover’s blunt tip poke against her pucker felt nice, the ring parting only barely so that the next time he squirted it went into her. But as the pressure increased she could feel her tail-hole straining and did her best to fight the instinct to clench up. There was a brief flash of pain as Darren’s cock pried her open, enough to make her wonder if this was such a good idea, but the thought was driven out of her once the head of her lover’s member slipped in. She still felt uncomfortably stretched, but she knew that if she’d taken this she could handle the rest. Her pucker was clenching up fiercely now despite the fact it was too late, and she couldn’t help but smile at the groan Darren let out as her ass tightened up around him.

Darren had intended to give his canine lover some time to adjust to having him under her tail, but if he was being honest he couldn’t have pushed any further if he’d wanted to with the Dobie’s pucker squeezing down on his shaft. He figured he’d be used to it by now since a canine’s vulva worked much the same way but he was still caught by surprise at how tight and strong the Dobie femme’s rump was. After a few more seconds of desperate squeezing, he felt the pucker begin to pulse a little, the twitches becoming spaced further apart until she finally relaxed.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, just –ngh!- go slow…” Sabah groaned, her behind still aching a little but not enough to make her want to call it quits. The sensation of Darren sliding in wasn’t as intense as when he pushed into her canine cunny, but there was something about this that felt delightfully kinky, enough that she could feel her empty spade begin to drip as more of that steely length was pushed under her tail. It was something to do with the grip he had on her tail and how vulnerable she felt with him invading her ass, losing a little more control with every inch that sunk into her. Guess I’m a perv too…

Darren was doing his best to keep his pace slow, fighting the urge to buck his hips and hilt himself as he watched his cock disappear under Sabah’s tail. The pink ring had dimpled in and it looked like his shaft was sinking into the tan-orange patch in the middle of her rump. They both gasped in unison when his hips finally pressed against her behind, his hands moving to her waist as he held himself deep inside her.

Discomfort faded as Sabah learned to relax her muscles, savoring the novel sensation of fullness and only occasionally clenching up, delighting in both the noises that this got from her lover and the little squirts she knew would make what was to come easier. After a few minutes of her teasing and milking him, she felt comfortable enough being filled and curious about what it would actually feel like to have her rear rutted.

She looked behind her and gave Darren a quick nod, her muzzle rising to the sky and letting out a long, low moan as the throbbing length began to withdraw from her firm ass. She wasn’t sure if Darren was teasing her or just being careful, pulling his shaft out at a maddeningly slow pace almost all the way out before sheathing himself under her tail once more. It was pleasant, but a little too tame, and soon enough Sabah found herself pushing her rear back to meet his thrusts.

“Mhhh, if that’s the best the best you can do, I might just slip out of the tent tonight and find someone to give me a proper rutting. Do you think that Rottweiler from three tents down had been fixed?” she teased, giving a happy little growl when Darren’s grip on her waist tightened.

His next thrust was a particularly vigorous one, enough to make the Dobie yip, but she couldn’t really complain. For one, she’d deliberately goaded him into getting rougher, and the second reason was that it had been a thrill to feel him spear her rump like that. He set a vigorous pace, his hips slapping into her firm behind as he bred her tail hole, the pink ring twitching occasionally as the smooth shaft pistoned in and out of it.

For the most part Sabah kept her pucker relaxed which made the rump-rutting easier to take, but every now and then she’ clench up just a little when Darren wasn’t expecting it, enjoying both the way it made his shaft throb inside her and the noises she coaxed form him whenever she did. And with every buck of his hips she could feel his sack slap against her leaking muff, the little smacks serving both to tease her and leave her lover’s pouch dripping.

“Hey, I’ve –ugh!- got an idea… Are you holding –ngh!- on?” she asked, grunting with each thrust of her lover’s cock into her slick behind.

“Yeah?” Darren said, a bit confused by the question.

He realized what she meant when Sabah kicked both her hind-legs out, leaving them stretched out behind her while he held her up by the waist. The Dobie femme bent her forelegs a little, lowering her front down while leaving her rear in his grip. Darren just smiled and gave a few testing thrusts, each of them bouncing her hips away from him until he pulled her back.

The Dobie was almost painting now, enjoying both the new angle and the vigorous pace as Darren began to breed her behind. Despite the fact that her spade remained empty, she recognized the tension building within her, the heat blossoming in her loins and hinting at blissful release. She could no longer tell when her mate was pulling out and when he was sheathing himself. She did notice when the pistoning length began to twitch, a little too soon for her liking. She’s resigned herself to simply savor the feeling of her lover filling her up, and was startled when one of the hands holding her rear up shifted.

At first she thought that Darren might be losing his grip, but the moment she felt fingers find her dripping spade she knew he had something in mind. The questing digits almost took her mind off the shaft erupting within her snug rump as he continued making shallow little thrusts against her, the Dobie’s muzzle dropping open when a finger forced its way into her sex.

With her mate’s manhood gently rutting away under her tail his finger felt deliciously thick inside her, and when he used the others to just massage her muff and mash it against it she found herself going over the edge. She moaned out with every thrust of his cock into her now thoroughly messy tail-hole, feeling her sex milk his finger even as he spent the rest of his seed into her well-bred rump. When she felt him begin to pull out she made sure to clench up a little, her ears perking up at the noises he made as her pucker clung to his still hard shaft.

“That was…” she heard him say and then trail off, either at a loss of words or distracted, considering his eyes were still glued to the pink patch just under her tail.

“Yeah…” she replied, failing to think of anything else. “C’mon, let’s go for a bath…” she said, taking a few steps in the direction of the lake before turning around to make sure her mate was following her.

*******

“I still can’t really believe this…” Darren said, loosening up the bow-tie as he sat down on the couch.

“I know, it kinda takes a while for it to set in, huh?” Sabah asked, sitting in front of him and looking equally formal in her white-lace choker.

“No, I mean I can’t believe we actually managed to pull it off!”

“Well I told you, I’ve put quite a bit of effort in my wish…” the Dobie gal reminded her new husband.

Darren knew she was right, and didn’t actually expect any difficulties, but he’d just gotten married to a (literal) bitch and no one had so much as batted an eye. True, it had just been a simple ceremony with only his parents and some of his friends in attendance, but it was still mind-blowing how perfectly normal everyone had behaved. They’d all been delighted to meet Sabah and at no point did any of them realize that they’d been chatting to a dog.

“So I suppose we’re on our honeymoon now…” he said, leaning over to give his new blushing bride a little scratch behind one pointy ear.

“And with that in mind, I have a sort of wedding present for you…” Sabah chirped, savoring her husband’s nimble fingers for a few more seconds before bounding away into their bedroom. Darren wasn’t sure what she was on about, but he had caught a mischievous tone in her voice, and of course when she came back with a wrapped box in her mouth and her tail wagging behind her it only made him more curious. Once the package was dropped into his lap he opened it, only to find a leather collar with a leash attached. He wasn’t really sure what he’d been expecting, but he was fairly certain that this wasn’t it.

“Well, put it on!” the Dobie in front of him urged, smiling a toothy grin that would have scared the daylights out of most people. But when Darren opened the leather hoop and reached out for her, she ducked away. “I didn’t say put it on me, did I?” Sabah asked, and Darren found himself grinning back at her as he realized why this was supposedly a gift for him.

“You know I only make you wear one in public because someone – I’m not naming names- managed to fit a talking dog into people’s minds perfectly, but failed to make them exempt from leash laws?”

“A gentleman would pay the fine! I think you get a kick out of parading me around on a leash…”

“And you’re hoping to get one as well?” he asked, but he still buckled the thick leather strap around his neck.

“What are you doing?” she asked, and Darren just stopped in the middle of fastening the collar and gave her a blank look “Have you ever seen anyone wear one of those and clothes?”

“Well there’s those dog-coats. I figure I’m a short-hair breed so I’m entitled to one…”

“It’s not winter. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep you warm. Now strip!” she said, tail thumping against the floor as she watched him.

“I feel like I should be wearing a spiked one…” the young man said after disrobing for his new bride and fastening his new article of ‘clothing’ around his neck.

“You think you can pull off a spiked one?”

“Point taken…” he said, about the same time Sabah nabbed the dangling end of the leash. She held her head so high her nose could have parted the clouds as she turned around, tail raised as she dragged her hubby towards their bedroom. From Darren’s point of view, he figured that if she was going to bounce her behind like that with her little fortune-cookie on full display, he wound have wound up obediently trailing behind her even without the leash.

“Nau gek on duh ed…” Sabah said or tried to before letting the leash fall form her jaws, at least for now. “C’mon, on your back…” she ordered, and Darren figured he’d play along, eager to see what his canine lover had in mind. “Mhhh, you’re awfully excited. Like the feel of leather that much?” she teased, putting her forepaws on the bottom half of the bed and bending her neck to bring her muzzle closer to the young man’s telling erection.

“Well that, and I had a nice view walking behind you…” Darren replied, tensing up at the last word as Sabah began to sniff him with her black nose pressed against his privates. After months spent together, he still wasn’t sure if she really enjoyed his scent that much, or if she just knew how intimately her huffing and sniffing tickled.

As far as Sabah was concerned, the scent of an aroused male definitely stirred something inside her that made her own body respond, while her conscious mind could appreciate the way she could make her lover almost squirm in place with nothing more than a few huffs and puffs. And if that’s too intense for you… she thought as she opened her muzzle, letting her broad tongue flop out before she ran it across the young man’s sack. Her ears perked at his groan while she weighed each of his jewels on the tip of her tongue before letting them drop.

After juggling the two orbs for a little while longer she moved her muzzle up, placing the tip of her tongue against the base of Darren’s cock and slowly stroking upwards, looking up and holding his gaze as she pressed his shaft against his abdomen. He was trying to keep his cool, but the Dobie didn’t miss the way he shuddered when her licking reached its apex, or more to the point the sensitive head of his member. She knew she had to be careful, at least if she wanted to avoid having those heavy balls she’d felt emptying all over her hubby’s stomach. Then again, if she was going to run the risk of him going off too soon from nothing but her tongue…

Darren tensed up at the sight of Sabah’s muzzle opening, which would have been an understandable reaction for someone who had a Doberman’s jaws that close to such a vulnerable area. But the young man knew for a fact he wouldn’t feel the teeth, just a warm muzzle easily and smoothly engulfing his manhood until that cute black nose-pad was buried in his pubic hair. Normally he wouldn’t have minded just letting Sabah nurse and suckle on him until he got off. The two had spent a few lazy but memorable times on the couch – the Dobie femme with her face buried in his crotch and him with his fingers pumping away between her hind-legs, but he doubted she’d gone through all this trouble just to feel him squirt against her tongue.

Sabah kept her eyes on her lover’s even as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, stopping only when she felt the cock resting against her tongue twitch a little to eagerly. It was quite obvious that Darren didn’t need foreplay, but teasing him like this and keeping him on edge was doing wonders for her own mood. With glide of her muzzle she could feel her sex moisten a little further, the nipples dotting the underside of her sleek body stiffening as she tasted her mate.

When she’d determined she’d had enough and Darren had all that he could stand she climbed into bed and onto her lover. She saw the affection in his eyes, and a brief flash of apprehension as he suddenly found himself under her powerful canine body. She spent most of her time quite literally looking up at Darren, so she took a second to savor the sight of him looking up at her as she stood over him.

She kept her forepaws on either side of his chest, but lowered her behind little by little, holding his gaze as her hips sank inch by inch until she could go no further. Both of their faces betrayed the moment they felt Sabah settled down on him, her moist spade pressed against the underside of Darren’s twitching member. A part of the Dobie gal urged her to finish fooling around, to let him penetrate her and feel the sheer bliss of having the man she loved push himself deep inside her. But she did want to take things slow, or at least as slow as her body would let her, her muzzle splitting in a mischievous smile as she began dragging her swollen sex up and down the stiff length.

When she finally decided they’d both had as much as they could stand and lifted her hips off Darren there was a string of her honey connecting her spade and the now glistening human shaft. With her rear poised over him, it didn’t take long for her lover to take the hint, or more to the point his shaft. When he’d angled it up Sabah gave him one last grin before grabbing the end of the leash in her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on the human’s as her hips slowly descended.

As always there was that frustrating moment when a blunt head pressed against a sex meant to catch a pointed tip, and she could feel her lover’s glans threatening to slip and miss its target a moment before her folds opened around it. A quick jerk of her hips and two inches of the twitching length were buried between her legs, held securely as her spade twitched around the fleshy rod. She could feel her teeth sink into the leather in her mouth even as Darren’s cock sank further inside her, her hind-legs trembling but managing to hold her pace steady as she slowly slid further down. They groaned in unison when her furry rump finally settled on his smooth hips, both lovers taking a moment to savor being joined like this.

Sabah’s hips started moving, grinding gently back and forth and not letting an inch of Darren’s shaft free from her intimate embrace. It was satisfying and maddening at the same time, the slow swing of her rump on her lover’s lap, and the feeling of his rigid shaft moving around inside her. She also knew that this was something that Darren dearly loved, and something feral bitches couldn’t give him. This was lovemaking, the slow, intentional buildup that threatened to drive them both insane. A bitch couldn’t understand that. If both male and female were ready to mate, why keep things slow?

And there was an urge she was keeping in check, one that insisted she stop playing around and begin actually mating. It was that urge that was making her hips rise just a little, her spade slinging to her lover’s shaft even as she almost slid a little bit off it until she sat down again and mashed it against his crotch. She could feel him squirt a little inside her whenever she did, her canine anatomy keeping their mess within her where it served to make things nice and slick.

After a few more minutes, she began to lift her hips even as she swiveled them, letting inch after glistening inch of her lover slide free from her Y-shaped folds. When she guessed she was half-way off she looked deep into Darren’s eyes, and when she was sure she’d caught his gaze with hers she flashed him a smile and drove her hips down in a single, swift stroke.

His groan was everything she’d thought it would be, but she’d surprised herself by letting out a yip as her canine femininity suddenly once again filled to the brim. She kept smiling at the man trapped under her as she let out a little growl, not really menacing but hopefully impressive enough to salvage the image of her as a sensuous predator toying with her prey. Her hips rose again, almost on their own, and as her spade gripped her husband’s slick length she steeled herself before taking the plunge again. This time the sensation of slamming her rump down on Darren made her lingering growl come out as a throaty moan, something she figured was perfectly in tome with the little fantasy she hoped to create.

She gave the leash held between her teeth a playful little tug as she began to ride her mate. Although Darren had never failed to satisfy her whenever they made love, she found being in the driver’s seat (so to speak) a pleasant change. She knew that on this body her clitoris was on the inside of her spade, ensuring that it was pressed tight against anything stuffed into it and that any movement in and out of her doggy-cunny sent tingles running up her spine. But it was also nice being able to try out different angles and enjoy the more subtle thrill of having Darren’s blunt tip probe her silken walls, occasionally brushing against a particularly sensitive spot and making her pointy ears twitch. With each plunge and lift she arched her back in and out, savoring the way Darren felt a little different each time she took him.

For his part, the young man had to admit there was a certain thrill to this. He figured the leash was a bit over the top, but he had to give Sabah points for the seductive yet menacing aura she was projecting. Although he suspected that menacing wasn’t hard when you had the body of an attack dog, and he supposed that seductive wasn’t a stretch considering his peculiar preference, but he could tell that Sabah was really throwing herself into this.

He started to raise one hand, figuring that she might want some affection herself, but a large paw landing on his chest told him to keep them at his sides. When he put it back on the sheath, the she-beast riding him rewarded him with a lusty growl and a particularly amorous clench of her spade. Her sinuous motions got a little faster and a lot simpler as her need obviously overpowered her desire to toy with him, and soon he could see the muscles bunched up under her sleek coat as she began to bounce up and down on him. Despite weighing about half what he did he knew that there was a shocking amount of power packed into that mean, lean frame, and he felt the full force of it now as his lover’s hips slammed into his with enough force to drive him into the mattress, making him bounce up only to meet the Dobie-dominatrix’s next downward stroke.

Sabah felt herself losing control, but didn’t feel herself giving a damn about it. Her teeth were digging into the leash she was biting, her hips slamming down as the motion of her mate’s shaft within her steamy sex drove her on. Every now and again her spade would clench around the invading length, making it seem twice as thick for a few seconds until her muscles relaxed once again. Damn, I’m closer than he is! she thought, although she was having a hard time being genuinely upset about it. She had hoped she might drive Darren over the edge, sitting haughtily on top of him as she looked down at the panting male, ensuring him that neither of them would be getting up until she was properly satisfied.

“Ummmmfff… fuck!” Sabah almost barked out, her body going limp as the first wave of her climax hit her. She felt herself fall on top of Darren, feebly trying to grind herself against him. “Keep… keep…” she panted, unable to get a though together much less out her muzzle, but when she felt her mate’s arms wrap around her she knew that he’d understood her tone well enough.

The sudden thrust of his hips against her rump pushed her over the edge, her teeth gritting and her ears folding back against her head as her spade began to milk Darren even as he rutted it. She heard him groan in response, smiling drunkenly as she realized he wouldn’t last much longer with a canine love-tunnel tightening around his shaft like an amorous boa constrictor. The leash had dropped from her muzzle at some point, but instead of picking it up she brought her mouth down on Darren’s lips, pushing her tongue in at the same moment she felt the tell-tale twitching of the hot length rutting away between her legs.

With his feet braced against the bed, Darren gave one last buck, burying himself as deep as he could in Sabah’s honeypot just as he felt himself release inside her. He heard her moan into their kiss and felt her shudder against him once she felt him pulse inside her, his arms still wrapped tight around her despite the fact that he knew that nothing could have gotten her off him at this point. She kept kissing him and softly grinding against his crotch even after he’d finished, although he it wasn’t a misplaced instinct insisting she should maintain a ‘tie’. They were savoring both the act of lovemaking and the bond they shared, a feeling of mutual adoration that he never got from the feral bitches he’d mounted.

“Are you falling asleep?” he asked when after a few more lazy, blissful minutes Sabah broke their kiss and buried her muzzle against his throat.

“Nu-uh. Restin’ my eyes…” she murmured unconvincingly.

“And you have no intention of getting off me, do you?” he asked, not falling for the drowsy Dobie’s bluff.

“Can’t. Have to keep you warm, ‘member?” she replied, wriggling a little against him as if that would prove her point. Darren might have argued with her, if he had any real interest in getting her to climb off him. “You feel free to take a little nap though. I think you’re gonna need it…”