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When the flying, talking dog with a purple gem glued to its forehead offered Alex magical power, it was a dream come true. Alex didn’t even let the thing - Beowoof, it introduced itself, smiling cutely - finish talking. He was not the kind of hero who would balk at the call - which, he supposed, made him something of a sidekick, or maybe comic relief. It didn’t matter, anyway, because what mattered was that this was an adventure, and Alex was going to be a part of it. He signed the contract.
A small rod, maybe three inches long and covered in round gems, poofed into existence. Alex snatched it out of the air. It was pretty girly-looking, colored pink and ending in a red gem shaped like a heart at the end.
“This,” Beowoof said to him, “is your transformation wand. Activate it to transform into one of Earth’s Guardians.”
Alex waved it, then asked, “How do I do that?”
“Patience,” Beowoof said. “You’ll know it’s time when it glows. It can only be used in moments of duress.”
Alex nodded along. That tracked.
Beowoof’s eyes curved into gleaming, gold crescents. “Don’t worry,” he said and wagged his tail. “You’ll have a chance to prove yourself!”
*
When a masked figure in red landed on top of a building, held up a dragon-headed cane to the sky, and summoned fire to rain down on everyone, Alex got an object lesson in reading the fine print.
The object in question was the transformation wand.
“Absolutely not,” Alex said.
Beowoof gave him a disappointed look. It shouldn’t have been possible for that round, furry face to emote so well, but it did - Beowoof’s ears drooped, his eyes got huge and watery, and his tail lowered.
Alex softened for a nanosecond, then remembered what Beowoof had said.
“There’s no way I’m putting that up my butt,” he said.
Flames wrapped themselves around buildings and telephone poles. Long tendrils sprouted and grabbed at the fleeing people. No one burst into flames, but they screamed in fear.
Beowoof’s ears went flat against his head. “You’re one of Earth’s Guardians,” he reminded Alex. “Saving people is your destiny. You’re willing to turn your back on everyone just because you don’t like the way the transformation magic works?”
Alex knew he was being manipulated, but the magical dog had a point. What did some light personal humiliation matter in the grand scheme of things? It definitely wasn’t worth people’s lives.
The fire reflected in the dark shine of Beowoof’s eyes. It was probably a coincidence.
*
Alex didn’t know a lot about anal, but he did know some things. Namely, the importance of lubrication.
“Necessity is the mother of invention,” Beowoof said, tail wagging. The bright, pure tone of his voice was incredibly disturbing. “Don’t worry, Alex, your sacrifice and humility will be rewarded.”
Alex gave him a dubious look. He’d already slid his pants off and gotten on his knees, and he wasn’t sure he could handle Beowoof cheerily encouraging him through the whole process. He already felt like some sort of weird pervert - for lack of better options, they were hiding in the bushes of a nearby park. He felt...exposed. Anxiety prickled just beneath his skin, making him nervy and jumpy. Visions of someone stumbling across them - him, ass up in public with a dog hovering behind him - kept dancing behind his eyelids, making him almost dizzy with fear. His stomach clenched.
It wasn’t really bestiality, he assured himself. Beowoof only just looked like a dog right now. The magical advisor had assured him this body was only temporary. He was an intelligent, sapient creature fully capable of consent, and the situation was not…
Okay, the situation was a little weird.
He glanced over at his shoulder and caught sight of Beowoof’s expression. The dog was always smiling, but it had taken on a menacing cast. It was not an expression he was particularly comfortable about seeing, especially in this context.
There was nothing about this in the superhero handbook. Alex buried his face in the crook of his elbow, cheeks and ears burning.
He could wrap his fingers around the transformation wand easily. It looked cute and harmless. He pictured the gems on it and swallowed hard.
Beowoof’s voice chirped, “Are you ready? Please remember, Guardian, that every minute you spend hesitating is another minute for -”
“Okay, okay, I’m ready,” Alex said hastily.
The first lap of Beowoof’s tongue against his hole wrenched a yelp out of him, high-pitched and startled. He crammed his fist into his mouth, trying to keep quiet - if he’d been worried before about being discovered, it was nothing compared to the way he felt now. If someone found him - god, if it was someone he knew -
Beowoof’s tongue was hot and long, longer than a human’s, though Alex had nothing to compare it to. The cold press of his nose against the sensitive inner flesh made it impossible for Alex to forget who was doing this to him - reminded him that he was on the ground, letting a dog eat him out so he could...could…
God, why was he hard? His cock was swelling up between his legs, insisting that it was enjoying itself. The rough tongue dragged over his hole, then pushed its way inside. Alex tried not to whimper at the intrusion - it was humiliating to discover these sounds trying to claw their way out of him - and bit down into his fist, hard enough to leave a mark. His other hand scrabbled in the dirt, resisting the urge to reach back and wrap itself around his cock.
He hadn’t liked the idea of this - been horrified by it, really - but he’d thought of this as some joyless, mechanical action, done out of necessity. The universe, playing a twisted joke on him. Haha, let’s all laugh at Alex, so desperate to be the hero that he’d stick something up his ass. He hadn’t thought...it was so much worse to like it.
And there were noises, too. Wet, slurping noises as Beowoof’s tongue diligently licked him open and stretched him wide, swirling around his hole. He tried to focus on the stutter of his breathing, the harsh and ragged gasp of air escaping his chest. Anything to block the noises out. The occasional sharp scrape of Beowoof’s fangs made him clench, his muscles squeezing around the tongue.
Heat built up in his gut, a slow and steady burn of lust that seemed to have no end. It was shamefully easy to want to spread his legs wider and thrust back to meet Beowoof’s tongue, and he forced himself to remain still and deny the urge.
He’d never felt like this, body open and wet, hole drooling with Beowoof’s saliva. He could feel liquid leaking out, running over his balls and making him shudder. He’d kept his eyes closed but that didn’t stop him from imagining it. What if people were watching him now? Silent, disapproving, judgmental...he whined. His cock wept, a drop of precum creeping out the tip as evidence of his desire.
It occurred to him that this could be a trick. What kind of transformation rod needed to be inserted into someone’s body? The thoughts were fuzzy and distant, but the possibility that he’d been tricked and humiliated for an alien creature’s depraved amusement began to creep in around the edges of his mind -
The wand, controlled by Beowoof’s telekinesis, slid inside him.
Alex had the presence of mind to keep his hand over his mouth, but he screamed, body shuddering from the unforgiving press of it in his hole. His rim stretched over the gems, catching and dragging on the uneven surfaces. Despite how wet he felt, it hadn’t been quite enough to prepare him properly, and he couldn’t control the reflexive urge to clamp down and defend himself. The inexorable push of the wand, bullying him open until it was firmly seated in his hole like it belonged there, made him feel raw and flayed open, like he was something weak and submissive.
It was - it was nothing, he told himself, blinking sweat and tears out of his eyes. Warmth spilled out from around it, soothing that first flare of pain. The gems almost seemed to be moving, slow shifts in position that sent ripples of what he didn’t want to describe as pleasure through him. He couldn’t stop himself from whining, and he could feel the way his hole was fluttering around the wand, not in rejection but in acceptance.
“Well done, Guardian,” Beowoof praised. “You’re a perfect match! Once the wand bonds with you, it won’t work for anyone else.”
Alex didn’t have time to reply. The gems were definitely moving now, buzzing inside of him in a way that was unmistakably reminiscent of a vibrator. Tears kept leaking out of his eyes, his body shuddering with oversensitivity. His cock jerked between his legs, spurting cum onto the dirt below him. His orgasm ripped through him in a blaze of golden light. Like taking a sword through the chest, like every cell of his body had been pried open and scoured clean. Stars filled his mind, wiping away his growing resistance and replacing it with ecstasy.
The magic took him.
When the light receded, Alex reached up to the top of his head and found, to his surprise, that he was wearing a headband with a pair of pointed, triangular ears attached to the top. When he shifted he could tell the wand was still inside his hole, a thought that made him flush, but instead of a heart it now ended in a long and fluffy tail.
He was dressed in white from head to toe, matching the color of his new accessories. A bell jingled around his neck, attached to a thick leather collar. A sleeveless, skintight jumpsuit covered his torso, paired with puffy shorts that also hid where the tail entered his body. There were a pair of red hearts over his nipples, and he was embarrassed to discover that they were hard and poking through the fabric. Long gloves covered his arms, ending just above the elbow. Red designs crawled up white boots that ended mid thigh, in a way that struck him as weirdly fetishistic.
Beowoof couldn’t really give him a thumbs up, but he did his best. “Cute,” he said, gold eyes curving into approving crescents. “Please remember, Guardian, that your transformation wand is the source of your power. Should it be removed, your transformation will be undone and your identity revealed.”
“Who would remove it?”
“Enemies,” Beowoof said mysteriously. “As a final warning, Guardian, if your transformation wand is removed, you must endeavour to make sure that it isn’t...replaced.”
Suspicion gnawed at Alex’s heart with razor sharp teeth. “Replaced,” he said flatly, and the fake ears on his head lay back as though they were real. The tail lashed.
Beowoof looked vague. “As I said.”
“You mean,” Alex said, “if someone fucks me in the ass, I lose my powers.” He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. A flex of his fingers and claws sprouted from the ends. “What kind of pervert designed this whole system? Whatever,” he said before Beowoof could answer. “That is definitely not going to be a problem.”
He ran out of the park.