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It was early morning in paradise. The sun had just risen above the canopy of palm trees, immersing the overgrown, mossy walls and pillars of the ancient temple around me in a bright, magical glow. A relic of a seafaring civilization long gone, it stood on maybe the most remote island in the world, on which no human had set foot since its downfall. A fact that still applied, since I had become a Saluki thanks to a stupid wish I had made about a month ago.

Wandering through the temple's decrepit hallways on furry white paws, I hardly dared breathe, afraid that I would break something while my head swiveled from side to side, taking in sights and features nobody had seen in eons. Alaru had brought me to this hidden sanctuary after we had spent two weeks erring around the loud, busy streets of my home city, so I had a safe place to get the hang of my new, canine body, only for it to be one of the most precious archaeological gems I've ever encountered as well.

Inscriptions in a language long forgotten, engraved images of people and a culture so far removed from my own, it made my inner archaeologist jump with joy although I was equipped with no tools but the claws on my paws and a sense of smell so keen that I was still easily overstimulated by the rich, colorful palette of sweet scents and earthy odors from the surrounding tropical woods and its feral inhabitants.

As I headed deeper into the heart of the ruins, I was soon distracted by a broken altar littered with symbols and pictographs. An excited smile grew on my slender white snout as I approached the archaeological treasure trove, immediately recognizing some of the inscriptions from my previous explorations. Still oblivious to their actual meaning, I reflexively raised a paw to pull my trusty notepad from my pocket, but there was no notepad, no pockets, and no pants. I let out an exasperated sigh, took a deep breath, and then stared at the symbols in front of me, trying to commit them to memory the best I could.

However, I didn't get far with studying the script. My eyes kept drifting away and I constantly lost focus in the middle of a line. Usually, my mind was the sharpest in the morning while it was still cool, but today it just kept spinning in circles and meandering aimlessly. The weather wasn't helping either, as it was already swelteringly hot and humid. I huffed, blinking in exhaustion as I didn't even want to think about the hell that awaited me later this afternoon, and instead, I suddenly started fantasizing about Alaru's tall, shapely body, his plump, heavy balls, and that huge, throbbing red taper hanging from his sheath while the letters in front of my nose turned into a hazy blur.

With a growl, I suppressed the intrusive thoughts and forced my attention back to the task at hand, only to lose myself in more inexplicable reflections about the jackal's fat knot and forceful loving a minute later, and it wouldn't remain the last time it happened by far. Over and over again, my mind drifted back to him, and each time, my mood sank further, and my impatience mounted.

Once my brain had turned completely into a hot, horny soup, I burst into a wail of seething anger and frustration at myself, the weather, and the world in general, but most importantly at the genie who somehow seized my mind with that stupid, sexy body of his. "Fuck you, Alaru! Fuck your magic, fuck your smug ass, and fuck you for doing this to me, you fucking mutt!" I smacked a paw against the edge of the altar, too enraged to care about the damage I might do, only to stub my toe on a protruding piece of rock. "Aaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhh!" My agonized howl echoed across the entire island, reaching every last of its inhabitants while I fell over and writhed on the ground like a stranded fish, stars flashing before my eyes.

Panting heavily, I cursed the magical black jackal for another minute before the searing, pulsing pain ebbed and I sluggishly pulled myself back onto my feet. I glared at the altar as if it was at fault that I had hurt myself on it, while any motivation to memorize the rest of the inscription had vanished into thin air. "Ugh." Suppressing the urge to slap the withered slab of rock for its insolence again, I turned around and hobbled away, dragging myself out of the ruins with my head down.

Not only did my outburst not bring any relief to my battered mind, but the heat in my body kept building at every step, muddying my thoughts, blurring vision, and making me as thirsty as if I had been marching through the scorching desert for days on end. There was a stream of water flowing through a washed-out groove right beside me, but I resisted the urge to drink from the cloudy creek. I was already sick and miserable enough not to risk contracting another tropical disease from some dirty muck, and for what that useless genie was worth, at least he was an infinite source of cold, refreshing drinks.

With the thought of a delicious glass of juice in my head, I finally reached the round tent Alaru had set up at the foot of the ruins. About ten feet across and made of precious red and golden silk, it stuck out among the browns and greens of the palm woods like a sore thumb, but I no longer questioned the male's extravagant tastes when I stepped into the equally lavish interior, setting foot onto one of many luxurious, gold-rimmed carpets that covered every inch inside the tent. In the center stood a vast, ornate ebony wood table, and everything around was littered with pillows and cushions of all shapes, colors, and sizes.

Somewhere among the colorful fluff lay a black, richly bejeweled jackal, who sat up and perked his ears as I entered. "You're back already? Have you had enough of the temple?" he chuckled. But his surprise turned to concern when he laid eyes on my trembling, overheated body. "Oh dear, are you alright, girl? You look like you've run a marathon around the island."

"C-couldn't focus at the temple. Too fucking hot and humid. Can barely think," I groaned.

Alaru let out an amused chuckle. "Aww, my poor girl." With one wave of his paw, the table's empty surface became stacked with gold platters and four bowls of various chilled fruit juices.

Without a moment's hesitation, I dashed forward and pounced on the treat like I was dying of thirst. I didn't care that half of the sugary nectar splattered all over my muzzle as I greedily lapped it up, but my thirst refused to be quenched even as I emptied the last bowl.

"My, my, someone is thirsty."

"S-shut up!"

"And so feisty too~"

I was too frustrated to roll my eyes at him. "W-why doesn't this help? Why is it so hot in here? What is happening to me? Am I sick?"

"No, you're not sick, girl," the jackal chuckled, licking his lips as he looked at me. Not at my face, though, but at my backside with a widening grin on his muzzle. "You really haven't figured it out yet? Feeling hot, distracted, thirsty in a way no juice can quench? Maybe even having thoughts you wouldn't normally have, losing yourself in strange, heated fantasies?"

My eyes widened as he called me out on things he shouldn't have known about, and I wondered if he had always been able to read my mind when the revelation finally hit me like a knee to the face. "O-oh. Oh no."

"Oh yes. Charlie, you've finally gone into heat."

I backed away, shaking my head in reflexive denial. "How c-can you be so sure it's heat and not something else?"

"Have a look at yourself, Charlie. Do you notice how plump and swollen your spade has become? How sweet and thrilling your scent is? You're ready to mate. Ready to breed."

Heat. I hated how my lusty fantasies about the jackal suddenly made a lot more sense. Especially since the mere reminder flooded my mind with new mental images of his cock, and there was nothing I could do, rendered powerless in my own body. "S-so it'll stay like this?"

"For a week or so, yes."

I stared at him in disbelief. Then I let out a despondent whine and dropped onto my back on the closest pile of pillows, only to look down at my abdomen and discover a swollen, glistening black mound between my hind legs that dispelled any doubt I was still clinging to. "Oh fuck. Kill me now."

"That won't be necessary, my dear," Alaru chuckled and got up, languidly strolling toward me. "Because I have the perfect remedy for you."

This time, I did have the energy to roll my eyes at the grinning mutt, especially considering the implications of his remedy. Not that there was anything I could do about it. I let out an even heavier groan when he dropped next to me and pressed his huge, warm frame against my side. "Ugh, go away. You're too hot." Not to mention that a single whiff of his thick, masculine musk fired up the heat in my body into a scorching inferno, making everything even hotter, muggier, and moister than before.

An impish grin grew on the genie's muzzle as he watched me squirm and shake, and in complete disregard of my whines, he leaned over my abdomen and brushed his awfully hot tongue across my nipples. A trail of blazing tingles followed his lick, and sparks of stimulation filtered into my brain with every teat he indulged with slobbery nibbles and kisses, leaving me whimpering even harder as the pink buds swelled and stiffened under his caresses, soon protruding from my fluffy white fur.

By the time Alaru lavished the last row of teats with his affection, my body had become as hot as the surface of the sun, and my thoughts were a diffuse mess when he tenderly hooked a paw around my hind leg and pulled it down to get better access to my plump, sopping wet spade. First, he took a thorough look at it, then he took a deep, savoring sniff, teasing me with the heat of his breath before he finally darted out his tongue and glided it across my sensitive, flexing flesh.

I burst into a wet, guttural whine as the male touched my femininity. It wasn't the first time he had indulged this part of me — not by a long shot — but his firm caress threw me back a month in time, returning me to our very first encounter in the archaeological archive. The surge of stimulation that washed through me was as intense as back then, when I had no idea how a female dog worked, and it brought some very welcome relief from the sweltering heat that shrouded me, piercing through my discomfort like a ray of sunlight to reveal my budding arousal with unambiguous clarity.

"You sound like you really needed that, girl," the jackal chuckled, stroking my inner thigh as he doubled down with a series of wide, sweeping licks. Snorting and huffing my scent with flaring nostrils, he showered every inch of my fat, swollen spade with his attention, squeezing and kissing my plump folds in turns, nibbling on my soft, squishy tip, and sinking his tongue into the soaked, T-shaped center to lap up my sweet, tangy nectar from the source.

I squealed in overwhelmed joy as Alaru unleashed his unparalleled skill upon me, reflexively arching up and kicking out my hind legs. That didn't stop him, though, as he pinned my leg down with an insistent push, and when my abdomen tensed up from the stimulation and my cookie jumped away from his muzzle to join my asshole below my curled tail, he followed it without hesitation. It wasn't trying to escape his ministrations, though. On the contrary.

"Looks like someone is getting ready to be mounted."

"N-no."

"So eager to be tied and bred." The male's excitement was palpable, lust oozing from his every word. "Oh, it's been such a long time since I last put a litter in a bitch, and such a beautiful one at that." His paw tightened around my thigh as his voice turned into a deep, hungry growl. "I can't wait to watch your gorgeous belly swell with pups, and for the milk to flow from your delicious teats." He circled his other paw around my abdomen, brushing it up against my stiff, sensitive nipples. "You'll make a wonderful mother, Charlie~"

"A-alaru, please," I whimpered, looking away from the spirit in a feeble attempt to ignore him, but to no avail. I could no longer deny the deal he had imposed upon me because this wasn't just about trading sex for food and favors like he was my sugar daddy. This wasn't about me taking his fat, girthy bitch breaker so he would fulfill what was left of my archaeological ambitions. This was about procreation, about me carrying, birthing, and rearing his offspring, over and over again, forever.

"Don't worry, my dear. I'll make sure that you enjoy every single moment." The black jackal promised, then he slammed his tongue into my spade and delved for my hidden pleasure bead. It was a trick he exploited every time my mood hit rock bottom, a trick he had used dozens upon dozens of times by now, but I had never been less prepared for its sheer effectiveness. A single lash of his slippery muscle against my clit was enough to overwhelm my brain with an avalanche of stimulation, and any concerns, reservations, thoughts I still harbored were swept away by the flurry of licks that followed, every stroke and rub against my stiffening bud eliciting a hotter, wetter cry from my muzzle.

I squirmed and writhed aimlessly as the spirit subjected me to the most intense tonguing of my life, and before long, I caught a glimpse of his underside. Busy drowning my fat, heat-ridden spade with his love, he had rolled onto his side, casually showing off his sizable endowments. Never before had they looked so enticing, and I started drooling uncontrollably as I ogled his huge, furred nuts, his thick, sweaty black sheath, and the massive tapered red cock protruding from it, dangling down halfway to the floor under its tremendous heft.

Inching my slender muzzle a little closer, I inhaled Alaru's scent with fluttering nostrils and burst into a shaky moan, almost choking on my own spit as I was overwhelmed by his thick, heady musk. I smelled it every day, yet its raw, rank male potency hit differently today, not only making me shiver with lust, but it broke something deep inside me as I realized how much I needed this. My body was literally burning up with desire, begging for a knotting, and no matter how I turned and twisted it, I would become a mother today. In a few minutes, he would mount me, knot me, impregnate me, and I would love every second of it because if his licks were already so divine, I would never stand a chance against his cock.

No longer able to ignore the inevitable, no longer able to deny it, I succumbed completely to the magical jackal's allure, and without his prompting, I closed the gap between my muzzle and his crotch. Slipping my snout into the gap between his sheath and thigh, I took a deep huff, flooding my nose with so much of his intoxicating aroma that tears welled up in my eyes and my entire frame shook as if I had been zapped by lightning.

My initiative coaxed a surprised yip from the genie, and he briefly paused his licks, extracting his muzzle from my spade to look at me. Stunned at first, a naughty twinkle appeared in his eyes and a toothy grin grew on his face when I kept huffing his scent, drooling all over his sheath. "Good girl."

Good girl. His words sent a magical thrill through my slender body, and my heart began to pound furiously in my chest. Good girl. I should've hated him for this, taking advantage of me while my heat made me unable to resist, but it was even more effective than usual. No longer was it only a teasing pet name while he was having sex with me, but it was who I had become. Needy, submissive, eager to get bred, the female by his side and mother to his pups, and like the good girl I was, I rewarded him with a big, wet lick across his sheath.

Alaru let out a blissful sigh, his cock flexing and throbbing at the attention. "See? That wasn't so hard after all." He raised his hind leg a little higher, giving me better access to his bits. "It's all yours, my dear. Treat yourself."

The jackal's sheath had, to put it mildly, an acquired taste. A mixture of pungent and salty flavors washed over my taste buds, but instead of repulsing me and making me regret my lapse, it got me hooked for more. With the impression of his aroma smothering my tongue, I turned to his cock and gave it my first deliberate lick ever, and it wasn't just a probing flick. I forcefully pressed my taster against its fat, swollen base and slowly dragged it toward his tip, savoring him with a heavy moan.

"Good girl. Getting it all nice and wet for later," the male chuckled. Then he returned his attention to my spade, continuing where he had left off with an eager plunge into its wet, clenching center.

Flushed with fresh stimulation, I paused as I reached his tapered glans, wrapping my lips around it to let his pre flow right into my muzzle, and for a brief moment, I explored his tight urethra with the tip of my tongue. Soon, his virile seed would spill from this very hole to swell my womb and quench my heat, knocking me up with a litter of pups.

My thoughts shattered once Alaru reached my clit and I pulled away from his cock with a wet whine, basking in the sudden surge with a blissful shiver. However, when he growled from the corner of his muzzle, "Lick," I obeyed in a heartbeat. Slipping out my tongue, I returned his ardent affection with eager slurps and licks across his throbbing, leaking taper, savoring and gulping down every drop of hot, salty pre.

As I surrendered to the rush, it didn't take long for a familiar tension to start building in my chest. An orgasm was on its way, and it was approaching faster than ever. Not a minute had passed when his fervent affection carried me to the brink of heavenly relief, and as my body tensed up in anticipation, every muscle and fiber of my being growing as taut as the cables of a suspension bridge, he doubled down, assaulting my clenched spade with a feral flurry of licks.

With gritted my teeth, I tried to stave off the inevitable a little longer, riding on the mounting tension for another two seconds before it finally snapped, releasing all my pent-up arousal in a tremendous flood. The colorful walls of the tent blurred before my eyes as I reared up and cried out in pure bliss, swept away by my orgasm to a state of mindless ecstasy as Alaru continued to work every inch of my sensitive, furiously contracting channel. Clamping down on his tongue, my pussy hardly impeded its fervent dance as it slid in and out, and against my clit over and over again, turning me into a whining, writhing wreck of joy.

Lasting half a minute at most, it still felt like I spent an otherworldly eternity riding that unparalleled high as if time itself had stopped, coasting from contraction to contraction on the jackal's unyielding, vigorous affection. Not a single thought was left in my head, no doubts, no concerns, the anger and frustration from earlier washed away as I was simply happy. But when my climax eventually subsided and I recovered with deep, heavy breaths, diffuse disappointment spread through me as my heat-ridden body realized that there was no tie, no seed, no fertilization. This wouldn't do. I needed more!

As the flexing and pulsing of my spade ebbed, Alaru pulled away with a wet slurp and savored my aroma with a wide lick across his muzzle, gazing at me with a blazing fire in his eyes. He was still rock-hard, his cock throbbing and leaking with unsatisfied desire, and as so many times before, he let out a deep, lustful growl, "Roll over and lift your tail for me, girl." Then he leaned closer and whispered with his muzzle right next to my floppy ear, "It's time to make some pups."

I turned toward the magical jackal and stared at him as he reminded me that I was about to face another change as enormous as my transformation into a Saluki. I no longer dreaded it, though. No, my body was ready – desperate even– and so was my mind as I had accepted my fate, yet I shook my head. "No. I won't roll over."

"No? What do you mean, you won't roll over?" Alaru huffed with flattening ears.

"I want you to look me in the eye while you breed me," I replied because this was more than just another casual mounting.

Once he understood, the genie's face lit up with an excited smile, and he nodded fervently. "As you wish, Charlie. Is there anything else you desire?"

"Show me how much you mean it."

"With the greatest pleasure." The black jackal's smile broadened and he leaned toward me, playfully licking my rosy nips.

I moaned as he slobbered all over my stiff, sensitive buds, reflexively kicking out a hind leg. My body was still blazing with heat, my spade clenching with a desperate craving for cock, and I wasn't in the mood for more teasing, so I barked at him, "Alright, then what are you waiting for? Get up and fuck me already!"

Alaru's eyes widened in surprise, then he jumped up with an eager chortle. "I'm on it, my dearest." Not wasting any more time, he climbed on top of me and embraced me with his huge, musclebound frame, his warm black fur rubbing against my teats as he adjusted his position.

I no longer minded the male's body heat, though, as I watched him with speechless anticipation, and a shaky yip escaped my throat as his cock rubbed and slapped against my thighs and abdomen as he moved it between my hind legs. I trembled when his length finally grazed my spade, making it jump and pulse as it got ready for penetration, and before long, his tip met my snug, soaked entrance in a sloppy kiss, lathering my wet folds with a splash pre. All the while, he kept to my words and looked me deep in the eye as he leaned in for a tender lick across my muzzle. "You're so beautiful, Charlie."

I parted my lips, about to tell him to cut the sweet talk and get to it when he beat me to it and slammed his huge taper inside me, spreading my plump entrance, stretching my tight channel, and bulging my slender belly in one forceful thrust. Although I knew what to expect, although I had taken him dozens upon dozens of times before, I wasn't prepared for the sheer explosion of stimulation that came with his thrust, as not only every nerve ending inside my pussy fired at once, but all of it was amplified by my heat into an overwhelming assault on my poor, horny brain. So instead of words, only a deep, guttural howl escaped my muzzle in a spray of drool.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight. I don't think I'll ever get enough of it," Alaru groaned, planting a few more licks onto my chin and neck as he started moving his hips. Leaving me no time to adapt to his girth, he loosened me with every last inch as he yanked it out to the tip and battered it back in, working himself up into a feral, relentless rut in a matter of seconds.

But I was ready for it — at least my body was, as my wet channel eagerly embraced his rod with noisy slurps and smacks, his sheath meeting my plump spade with a heavy thud every time he bottomed out, only for my swollen, hungry folds to stretch and extend when he pulled out as they refused to let go. My mind, on the other paw, broke completely under the assault, deteriorating into a lust-addled mush, while I grew all the more receptive to his signs of affection and sweet nothings as my thoughts dispersed in a mist of heavenly pleasure.

"Keep clenching like that, girl, and I'm going to knot you in no time," the spirit promised, dragging a wide lick across my open muzzle. "I can't wait for you to grow big and heavy with strong, healthy pups, your teats plump and full with milk like those of a true fertility goddess. How big do you think the litter will be? Five? Six?" He rubbed his nose against my cheeks, his pointed black ears twitching at my every cry of bliss. "You're the hottest, most fun bitch I've ever had, and you'll be such a great mother."

My tail started wagging frantically as he showered me with compliments. All that futile struggle and resistance was finally a thing of the past as I succumbed to his effusive affections, embracing my rightful place beside and beneath him as his Saluki mate and bitch, and when he concluded his whispers with a deep, passionate kiss, locking his muzzle with mine, I burst into the most intense orgasm of my life.

A surge of powerful tingles raced up and down my body like the storm-whipped waves crashing against the shore, and my paws clenched and curled as I reciprocated Alaru's kiss with a hearty, high-pitched whine. My eyes rolled back into my head as I lost myself in the roiling bliss, drowning in the mind-breaking stimulation while the male continued his breeding frenzy without mercy, even as my pussy burst into furious contractions, clamping down on his rod with greedy might for a load that was coming closer with every thrust.

"Yes, cum for me, Charlie! Good girl! Let it all out!" The genie broke the kiss, his hot breath and drool hitting my face as he huffed with unspeakable lust. "Getting close as well." With a wet squelch, his knot slipped out of his sheath and joined the fun, the thudding and smacking growing harsher and louder as he battered it against my convulsing spade, and finally forced it in with a meaty pop, breaching the entrance to my womb with his tip. "Take my knot! Take it, girl!"

Alaru's growl turned into a feral, incomprehensible howl as he tied me with his swollen, veiny bulb, and as he succumbed to his orgasm, the powerful, rhythmic flexing of his cock inside me made me howl even harder. Our ecstatic duet pierced the walls of the tent, reaching out far across the island, yet it didn't come close to describing the overwhelming rush of bliss and pure relief that overcame me when the first gush of thick, virile cum splashed against the walls of my womb. It was as if I had been waiting for this moment for my entire life, and it couldn't have been any better, but his eruption had only just begun.

Spurt after spurt, the big, muscular jackal pumped the contents of his plump, clenching nuts into my fertile depths, painting my uterus white, stuffing it to the brim, and flooding it beyond comprehension while the fat, throbbing knot lodged inside my clenching pussy ensured that there was only one way for his pup batter to go. Deeper and ever deeper, fertilizing my ripe eggs one by one to finally make me a mother. Not that I felt any of it, but deep inside, I knew that there was only one possible outcome to this union, one that would result in a heavy, swollen belly full of his pups.

My realization was a fleeting one, though. Washed away by the next wave of unparalleled bliss, I lost myself in the here and now, tied and tightly intertwined with Alaru. The concept of time ceased to exist as the pulsing and clenching of his cock and my pussy around it became the only rhythm that mattered, and the tent around us faded from my mind as I felt like I was soaring above the clouds with him and nothing else. Clutching him tightly against my chest, I closed my eyes, pressed my snout against the thick black fur of his neck, and fully embraced his masculine musk while he drained every last drop of his precious seed into my swelling womb.

When the overwhelming rush eventually waned into a more manageable stream of pleasure, it was as if I woke from a deep, centennial slumber as a whole new dog. I opened my eyes with a profoundly satisfied sigh and sought the black jackal's eyes.

Alaru returned my gaze with a glowing smile, panting heavily with his muzzle ajar. There was clearly a remark forming on the tip of his dangling tongue, but this time, I beat the snappy jackal to it with just two words. "Good boy."

He blinked at me, his eyes widening in speechless surprise. A second passed, and then a few more, my heart pounding in my chest and a cheeky, gleeful grin on my lips as I awaited his inevitable response, but it took the talkative male almost half a minute before he said anything. The wait was well worth it. "Charlie, I've said it before, but I'll say it again. You're perfect," he sputtered out, leaning in for a lick. "So absolutely perfect."

"T-thanks," I stammered, reciprocating his lick with an abashed blush. "Thanks for the best orgasm of my life, and thanks for bringing me here."

"You're more than welcome, Charlie!" No more smug remarks, no more loaded, teasing compliments, the magical jackal was happy as a puppy as he showered me with licks and kisses, his tail wagging furiously and he bounced up and down in excitement. It was a side of him that I hadn't seen before, so refreshingly endearing, and I wouldn't mind seeing more of it as his genuine, beaming smile captivated me unlike anything else.

"Tomorrow, I'll give you a tour around the ruins, show you all the things I've discovered so far, all the places I've explored," I suggested, emboldened by his joy. "And let's have a little housewarming party where you breed me in every room, next to the broken fountain, up on the roof, down at the beach, and everywhere in between."

"Tomorrow? Why wait until tomorrow? The day is still young, and we've only gotten started. Fuck the tent, let's make this island ours!"

I couldn't argue with his reasoning, so I just nodded and hooked a paw around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. Locking muzzles and curling my tongue around his in a wild, wet dance, I couldn't wait to mate with him again, and again, and again, until the sun went down and the moon rose in the sky while my belly grew ever heavier with his hot, thick seed, and soon our first litter of pups.