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This story was written for Serling as part of their Patreon commission reward for June 2018. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, exhibitionism and embarrassingly intimate magic!

[center][b][u]Harris' Wishes[/u][/b][/center]

Harris couldn't believe how lucky he was.

The golden retriever had always liked to collect things, from pokemon cards when he was a kid to retro video game cartridges as a teenager, and now as he approached his thirties and found himself in his own apartment with a little cash to spare each month, thrift store knick-knacks. Pewter and ceramic tankards, glass animals, the odd bit of novelty designed silver, and of course, old style lamps. From the very first time he'd ever bought one of those Persian style lamps, Harris hadn't been able to help but give them a quick polish with one shirt-sleeve whenever he got it home. He never expected anything to come of it of course, but the fun of it, the amusement of imagining what might happen if he did so and awakened some long forgotten genie in the process, had made that one time act into something of a tradition whenever he brought home a new beautiful lamp to add to his now dozens-strong collection.

To actually [i]find[/i] a genie though, to realise that the world he thought he had understood was far more complex and filled with wonders unlike anything he had ever been able to rationally conceive before, that had been quite a shock. It still was, even though it had been days since the dog had returned home with his lamp, rubbed it, and brought the genie rushing forth to greet him for the very first time.

Now though, as he stood before the lamp once more, holding it reverently in his hands and trembling in anticipation, Harris couldn't believe how lucky he was to have this opportunity. For days he had been thinking about what his first wish might be, and now... now he had a chance that few people throughout history had ever been given. To not only make such a life changing wish, the first of three he had been promised by the genie, but to actually have some degree of confidence and belief that it might actually come true.

He extended a hand towards the lamp's brassy metal side, cheeks flushing as he prepared to meet the genie once again, their form not what he had expected; not some wacky blue, grinning comedian or venerable, ancient sage. After just a moment of hesitation though, and a long deep breath as he tried to brace himself for the genie's presence, Harris pressed his paw against the lamp and began to rub firmly, letting slip a soft whimper of delight as he felt it began to tremble and vibrate within his grasp.

A plume of rich, violet smoke erupted from the lamp's spout, and Harris' cheeks flushed deeper still as it began to swirl around him, enshrouding his torso and weaving down one of his legs as it thickened and slowly began to solidify. It rose up his face too, and though the lush purple clouds did nothing whatsoever to inhibit the male's breathing or in any way affect him physically, he still closed his eyes and squirmed in bashful anticipation for what he knew was about to happen, just as it had each and every time he had unleashed the genie thus far. He felt the supernatural entity's form beginning to solidify, feeling arms around his back, feeling one leg wound around one of his own, and another phasing into solid form around his waist. He couldn't see it happening though, indeed he couldn't see anything at all in that moment because of what had solidified not just in front of but pressed against and around his face. Two voluptuous, buxom breasts coated in lush violet fur, fur into which his face was even more firmly planted as one arm rose up and cradled the back of his head, holding him in place as a deep, soothing voice murmured in one of the retriever's ears.

"Ohhh... Harris, after so many decades cooped up as I was, you have no idea how incredible it feels each time I'm released. It's like sex. It's like an orgasm, everything just rushing out as you loose all control and... god, I almost want to go back in again right now, just so you can [i]rub[/i] me out again."

All the while she was speaking, the genie held Harris' face between her bountiful breasts. He could feel her clinging to him, all wrapped around him like a lover in the midst of something far more intimate than a simple greeting, and yet much as she was solid, she was still as light as the smoke from which she had been formed. When the genie fell silent though, silent except for some gleeful giggling and some rather low, husky murmuring to herself, she lessened her grip on the back of the dog's head and allowed him to draw back from at least that upper portion of her embrace. She beamed at him as he blinked, his face crimson beneath his fur and helplessly smiling as he drew back from the genie's grasp only to be greeted by the [i]sight[/i] of the naked chest that had been holding him close, followed by the genie's infectious, giddy and mischievous grin.

The skunk, purple from top to tip with a lighter lavender stripe running over her face and down her back, was beautiful. Her body was curvy, chubby even, but in a way that she owned and that Harris couldn't help but find deeply, intensely appealing. She appeared fully solid, all except for the tip of her tail from which wisps of purple smoke were trailing even now, a thin strand connecting them back to the lamp. And of course, from her beaming face to her breasts with their lavender nipples standing proud and firm, from her loins to the tips of her toes, she appeared stark naked.

For a short while, they just stared at one another as though equally transfixed in gleeful, almost disbelieving wonder of the other's mere existence, never mind their presence in one another's lives. Then, though it seemed to displease her to do so, the genie unwrapped her legs from around Harris' body and released him from her arms, ending their rather protracted cuddle entirely. She placed her hands on her hips, looked him up and down, and smiled gleefully.

"I was gonna ask if you just wanted to talk again, but... I can see it in your eyes, in the way you're carrying yourself too. You have a wish, don't you. Your first wish."

Her hands fell back to her sides, and fingers curled and clenched as though she was fighting the urge to embrace the golden retriever all over again. When Harris' face burned even hotter and brighter though, and the dog nodded to the genie, she couldn't help herself. With a squeal of joy she flung herself at him, and again though her form was feather-light Harris still reeled backwards as she leapt into his arms, both legs encircling his waist this time around and her muzzle pressing against his cheek, then the other, then the tip of his own muzzle in a flurry of giddy, gleeful kisses.

"Oh gosh, o-oh Harris. It's been so long since I've been able to change someone's life. So long since I've been able to see the joy on someone's face as they realise the possibilities at their fingertips, or... well, at mine. Please, tell me what you want. Tell me what you [i]wish[/i], and I'll make it happen."

Once it became clear to Harris that she wasn't going to let go, that she expected him to deliver his answer with her already wrapped around him and their faces resting mere millimetres apart, noses practically touching, he took a deep, slightly ragged breath and nodded yet again. The dog closed his eyes for a second or so, then opened them again as he stood up straighter, trying his best to regard the genie with more strength and poise as he delivered what he was all too aware was probably the most important statement of his entire life.

"I'm sure a lot of people wish for money, f-for financial stability as their first wish, to ensure that whatever time they have left is comfortable, full of fun and all sorts of experiences they'd love. But... I don't want to wish for that [i]yet[/i]. I don't want it yet, because honestly? I... I don't know if I'd be able to handle it, and all the pressures, all the choices, all the questions that might come with it. I know I don't have infinite wishes to spend, and that there'll be times when I need to be able to figure stuff out on my own without a genie to rescue me. S-so..."

Harris saw the genie shudder, as though she knew, as though she could feel what was coming. That her life's purpose was about to be fulfilled once again.

A wish was about to be made, and as always when people who had found her over the generations made wishes... it looked like she already knew how much fun it was going to be.

"I wish to be able to learn how to be confident. To overcome my shyness, my nerves, a-and handle any situation life throws at me without fear."

He fell silent, and for a few moments that silence lingered as the retriever and the genie's eyes lingered upon one another. Then, as Harris' confidence faltered and he looked away, the genie giggled and pecked him on the lips with her own solid yet ethereal form.

"You're so responsible, Harris. So smart. You want to be confident? You want to know that you can face any situation, deal with anything that life might throw at you even after I don't have wishes left to help you out. I can make that happen. I can show you that world... shining, shimmering, splendid."

For a second or two the genie peered into Harris' eyes with absolute sincerity as he raised his eyebrows, then she snorted with laughter.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself. But, really. Your wish is my command, Harris. And so, I offer you a whole new world. Or rather... a new fantastic point of view on the one you've lived in for these past thirty two years. One where you won't be able to help but learn to be confident, because everyone in it is going to be ready to sing your praises in every conceivable way, no matter [i]what[/i] you get up to."

With that said, the genie's body began to revert to its more gaseous state. Not to lose its form entirely, but to grow more indistinct and obviously formed of that same purple smoke. The magical skunk didn't float away from Harris though, but rather began to sweep around him in rapid circles. She clapped her hands together, but instead of them making any sort of sound a visible wave of rippling light burst forth from the point where they met. A light that spread out beyond the walls of the room in which Harris kept all his knick-knacks, beyond the rest of his apartment, the building, the street, the neighbourhood, the suburb, the city. That wave of light rippled across the nation and beyond though neither Harris nor any other non-omniscient mortal being could possibly have been aware of it doing so. And with it, that wish's power, the genie's power came to fruition. A power so much greater than in any of the surviving stories of her kind, with not only the ability to influence the life of the one person making the wish to her... but to change the lives of everyone, and the very make-up of the entire world to fit the wisher's whims.

Timelines diverged. Universes split. The world as it had been continued to rotate on its axis like nothing had ever happened, and in that world Harris finished polishing his newest lamp and imagining what might have happened if a genie had truly burst forth from within. But, in the world where that fantasy [i]was[/i] a reality... the wave faded, the whirling motion of the genie around Harris' body began to slow, and blinking, breathing heavily in shock and wonder and anticipation as he looked around, Harris tried to look inside himself and ask if he felt any different. If he felt any more confident than one might expect from a placebo, and if in fact the genie's magic had truly worked.

At least, he began to do so.

Harris tried to take stock, to silently and sincerely ask himself if it felt like some magical force had imparted greater confidence into him. Before the golden retriever could do so though, his breath and his attention alike were stolen away by something far more pressing, far more urgently demanding of his focus. The dog looked around, and gasped as he realised that he wasn't standing in his apartment any more. His eyes bulged as he looked around and saw people, other people surrounding him and staring. He saw them dressed in bright swimsuits, in shorts and bikinis, standing around, lying upon long towels or sitting beneath sun-umbrellas upon golden sand. Looking up, he saw a bright clear blue sky and a dazzling sun beating down upon his body. To one side he could see the brilliant blue of the ocean, with yet more people splashing and paddling and swimming within it, some of them turning to regard him as well. His cheeks flushed. His body trembled as he wondered why they were all staring. Had they just seen him appear out of nowhere? Was this some sort of mistake, some accident on the genie's part? Could a genie even [i]make[/i] mistakes with a wish? And, oh god... if she could accidentally teleport him to a beach when his house was hundreds of miles from the coast, would she even be able to ensure that his whole body made it there?!

In a sudden panic, Harris reached down and groped at himself. At his chest, his arms and legs, his torso, his crotch, his tail. He wiggled his fingers and toes, and looked down in relief as he saw not only his golden furred form intact beneath his head, but even his cock standing at full mast, twitching and throbbing with excitement, with desire that only in that moment did he feel sweep over him in a wave of light-headed passion. He blushed, he moaned and moved to reach out and touch himself instinctively, and...

...and it was then that he realised this wasn't a fantasy.

This wasn't a dream, or a masturbatory imagining.

He had made a wish.

He had asked for the magical aid of a real genie, and now... now he was standing on a public beach with dozens if not hundreds of swimwear clad anthros staring at him, naked, and rock hard.

"I..."

His heart began to race. His head span. He wasn't confident in that moment. Oh my god, he wasn't confident or certain or even remotely aware of what the hell he was meant to do. He was humiliated, he was overwhelmed and though he didn't know why, he was so, [i]so[/i] very horny.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm s-so... so..."

He began to whimper, to try and back away, to cover himself up, to hide even though there was nowhere to hide, even though he didn't know where to go or what to do given that he had no clothes and no money, nothing that could get him out of this situation. He stumbled, almost fell to the sand, and yelped in embarrassment as a rather cute, lithe zebra stallion lunged forward and grabbed him.

"Hey... no need to be embarrassed."

The zebra murmured to him in a voice that was surprisingly tender, almost seductive in its tone.

"I wish I had the balls to do what you're doing. To show off for everyone to see. I've dreamed about it. I've imagined doing it, but I never had the guts. Never had the confidence to even come close to doing it outside of my own fantasies. But, seeing you doing it now..."

The equine male murmured to the retriever, leaning in closer, holding Harris' nude form close enough to him that there was no way the zebra couldn't feel his cock throbbing against the inside of one of his thighs, and close enough that before long Harris could feel something swelling inside the zebra's blue drawstring shorts.

"I'm so glad you showed up today. So glad. A-and... it looks like I'm not the only one."

The zebra all but moaned to Harris, and glanced around, nodding for the dog to do the same. He did so, and his eyes bulged, a frantic yelp escaping him as all around the beach he saw people with hands disappearing down the fronts of their swimwear. Crotches tenting, fingers probing and teasing. And eyes, so many pairs of eyes staring at him and the zebra as they clung to one another... though, primarily he could feel them fixating hungrily, without judgement but with a whole lot of lust, upon himself.

He whimpered and quaked in continued embarrassment, but still his cock throbbed with desire. Harris saw all those people starting to masturbate around him, the zebra all but dry humping him already, and he felt his arousal building. Building beyond whatever had provoked it in the first place, with real excitement as he realised that he wasn't being judged. That he wasn't about to be arrested or beaten or screamed at and laughed off the beach for his inappropriate behaviour.

It was then, of course, as he looked around and quaked in embarrassment mingled with increasing levels of wonder and excitement, that he saw another figure within the crowd watching him being nuzzled and cuddled by the increasingly horny, equally rock hard zebra.

A skunk with lush violet fur and a pale green one piece, lying upon a towel imprinted with the outline of her own lamp, and teasing the fabric of her swimwear aside so that she could fondle and caress between her legs as her and his eyes met. He saw her lips start to move, and though they were ten or fifteen metres apart upon this crowded patch of beach, it was as though she was whispering in his ear even more closely than the increasingly affectionate zebra.

"You want to learn how to be confident. To overcome, shyness, nerves, and to handle any situation life throws at you without fear. Your wish is granted, master. And this... this is your first lesson. Have fun."

By Jeeves

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