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How close we are to the end of this shitty year (hopefully with fewer Nazis than it started with). \n\nToday I bring you a story that a friend had asked me a while ago of two of his characters, Jagger and Nakateq, which I distorted a bit to make the experience funnier. I also changed the tone slightly as I wanted to offer something darker for this month.\n\nThe story is focused on a young German shepherd's journey of self-discovery as he tries to get his life back on track, and in order to do so, he seeks an unusual kind of help.\n\nYou'll notice that the story is significantly longer than most, and this is because I really fell in love with what I was writing and the characters, which I hadn't been able to do in a very long time. As a dear professor of mine would say, “Calliope gave you one of her crowns.”\n\nI hope you enjoy reading it, comment on what you thought of it and your always welcome criticisms.\n\nIf you like my stories, share some love in my [url=https://ko-fi.com/mrcoyote]Ko-Fi[/url] ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Good October! How close we are to the end of this shitty year (hopefully with fewer Nazis than it started with).

Today I bring you a story that a friend had asked me a while ago of two of his characters, Jagger and Nakateq, which I distorted a bit to make the experience funnier. I also changed the tone slightly as I wanted to offer something darker for this month.

The story is focused on a young German shepherd's journey of self-discovery as he tries to get his life back on track, and in order to do so, he seeks an unusual kind of help.

You'll notice that the story is significantly longer than most, and this is because I really fell in love with what I was writing and the characters, which I hadn't been able to do in a very long time. As a dear professor of mine would say, “Calliope gave you one of her crowns.”

I hope you enjoy reading it, comment on what you thought of it and your always welcome criticisms.

If you like my stories, share some love in my Ko-Fi ", "writing": "A blanket of stars was slowly glimpsed after the disappearance of the sun on the horizon, the lights of the cars were becoming more and more visible on the road at the same time that the volume of people on that route so far away from the nearest city was decreasing.\n\nThe night wind was blowing against the face of the young German shepherd, who was speeding up to pass a pickup truck, making the engine of his huge motorcycle roar. The canine's leather jacket flapped at his sides, indulging in the breeze against his shirt while the temperature was still acceptable.\n\nJagger had taken advantage of his brief vacation to pay a visit to the nearest Indian territory, which meant traveling several hundred miles away from home, to achieve a goal he had been seeking for several years since his teenage years: to find his identity.\n\nThe young canine had just turned twenty-five and felt a deep confusion in his life: his work seemed boring, his relationship with his family had become tedious, he was having trouble projecting into the future and he had already gone through three disastrous courtships, all with beautiful and intelligent females, who had simply disillusioned him.\n\nA friend had recommended the German shepherd pay a visit to a shaman from the nearby tribes, who were well known as spiritual guides and might be able to shed some light on his path or, at the very least, help him understand himself. And, while Jagger didn't believe in such things, he thought it would do him good to take a couple of days and ride his motorcycle, an activity that always relaxed him when life got tough.\n\nThe canine stopped at a gas station and, while filling up his gas tank and eating a large sandwich, he started looking at a map. The Ma'ii tribe's reservation was nearby and he had heard that he could show up at any time. Jagger glanced at his watch, it was nine o'clock at night, swallowed what was left of his sandwich, paid for the fuel and food, and set off again.\n\nAfter a couple more kilometers, the German shepherd pulled off the road at the light of a sign indicating the entrance to the Ma'ii tribe's reservation. The dirt road was not very well kept and ran deep into a property of medium-sized trees that took up the entire horizon, resembling a blanket of infinite darkness that covered everything in the distance, making the sounds of the engines that were abundant on the road fade more and more.\n\nThe place was a ranch with several cabins without wire fences, they had some totem poles distributed in front of each house and no electric light, but the glow of the bonfires that lit and heated the buildings could be seen. There was only one sign in front of a hut separated from the others, written in a language Jagger understood, surely put there for outsiders like him, and it read: “shaman”.\n\nThe German shepherd turned off the engine, put the bike's leg down and walked to the door, stepping into the darkness toward the dim light. He knocked on the door a couple of times, waited and knocked again, but no one answered. \n\nWhen the canine decided to leave, he took a step towards his motorcycle but a hand pulled him hard by the shoulder and when he turned around there was no one there. Jagger growled, thinking he was being pranked and walked determinedly to the door, grabbed the handle and opened it smoothly. The excitement of the situation took hold of the young dog, leading him to enter the cabin, where he met the owner of the place.\n\nThe first room of the hut was spacious and did not have much furniture, just some braziers and furs on the floor, dreamcatchers and a couple of totem poles smaller than the ones outside, wicker baskets with flowers and vases with strange powders, incense sticks and glasses made of horns.\n\nIn the center of the place, next to the braziers and incense, sitting on the ground was a wolf. The male, gray-furred and past middle age, was almost completely naked, covered only by a small leather loincloth, with various bone ornaments, colorful feathers hooked into the braids of his hair, and various symbols painted on his chest, arms, belly, and legs.\n\n“Welcome, stranger, we've been expecting you,” the lupine said without opening his eyes, his voice thick and tired.\n\n“Excuse me... were you waiting for me?” asked Jagger, his tone confused as he looked around for anyone else.\n\n“Of course, the only people who come to the reserve at this hour are outsiders looking to me for advice. Although, I admit I thought you were another young lady who had been knocked up by the wind,” the wolf explained.\n\n“I thought you realized I wasn't part of the tribe when you tapped me on the shoulder,” the German shepherd admitted.\n\n“Aah... now I get it, you cheated again,” protested the shaman, turning his gaze to the side.\n\n“Excuse me, did I cheat?” the young canine asked again, not understanding what the other male was saying.\n\n“No, not you. I was referring to Ma'ii. We had bet on whether or not you would come in. I bet you'd go home and he bet you'd come in,” the wolf explained.\n\n“Who is Ma'ii?” asked Jagger again, now a little more concerned knowing there was someone else with them.\n\n“Ma'ii, the first coyote, protector, trickster, and lover of mortals, is also the spirit guide of our people,” said the shaman.\n\n“You mean a spirit tapped me on the shoulder?” replied the young dog, raising an eyebrow.\n\n“That's right, so that you would come in and I would lose the bet,” repeated the wolf.\n\n“And what kind of bet do you make with a spirit?” continued Jagger with his questioning.\n\n“We bet my wife. I'm not home much, and she likes to...share the bedroom with other males. So, the next time she meets someone, Ma'ii will possess the male and have fun with her,” the shaman detailed.\n\n“You take the situation very calmly...” replied the dog.\n\n“Ma'ii loves to do that kind of teasing and over the years you get used to it,” admitted the lupine.\n\n“He sounds like a bully or an unbearable roomie,” said Jagger.\n\n“I don't know what that means but I agree with the 'insufferable' thing. Now...sit down and tell me why you came,” the wolf indicated, pointing to one of the furs on the floor.\n\nThe German shepherd nodded his head and knelt down, resting his butt on his heels, straightening his back and resting his hands on his thighs.\n\n“Ma'ii says that you sit like a girl, and I agree...” said the shaman.\n\nJagger blushed at hearing this and immediately settled back, stretching his legs out and resting his butt on the floor, mimicking the other male's nonchalant pose.\n\n“Now Ma'ii says you have no conviction. But please, let's proceed... “ the wolf said, opening his eyes, focusing entirely on the stranger.\n\n“Well... I don't know how to ask this but... I don't know what to do with my life, I need guidance or at least a sign that will lead me to what I want,” Jagger explained.\n\n“Hmm you are lucky Ma'ii is here today... he is a liar, but he is also the best guide,” the shaman admitted.\n\n“I hear you then, I want to know, to understand me,” the German shepherd said, almost with a desperate whimper.\n\nThe wolf stretched out his arms and brought over some bowls with powder, a vase with liquor, and put a thin branch on the fire. Into a glass he poured the liquor, which had an ochre color and looked quite thick, then he added two handfuls of three different powders, and finally he took out the branch he had put on the fire, broke off a piece still burning and dipped it into the liquid. When the mixture stopped bubbling, the shaman grabbed a wooden spoon and stirred until the liquid changed color to a deep yellow, from which emanate a nauseating odor.\n\n“Drink this,” the wolf ordered Jagger, holding the glass with the thick liquid close to him.\n\n“It has a foul smell... “ complained the canine, holding the container close to his nose.\n\n“And the taste is a hell of a lot worse, but you must drink it all. And please don't vomit it up, those powders are really hard to come by...” explained the shaman.\n\n“Do I have to swallow the ember too?” asked the dog.\n\n“Ma'ii says yes, I say: don't be stupid,” replied the wolf.\n\nJagger hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and downed the mixture in one gulp. The burning in the canine's throat became unbearable within seconds, his eyes watered and, for a second, he seemed to choke.\n\n“Fuck, that's disgusting!” exclaimed the German shepherd.\n\n“This ain't a bar, boy. Now keep your eyes closed, you're going to lose your balance soon,” explained the shaman.\n\nThe dog obeyed and, as he felt his body seem to twist to the side, he resorted to all his willpower not to vomit that horrible drink that seemed to have conquered his taste buds with its nefarious flavor.\n\n“Relax and let yourself go, say goodbye to your body, go into the darkness and travel with your mind,” the wolf whispered, as he blew smoke into the young male's face.\n\nEverything began to spin abruptly for Jagger, as if he were riding a park attraction, the wind whipped around him and carried him in a downward spiral until he sank into a pool of thick pitch that quickly filled his nostrils, choking him to... death.\n\nThe German shepherd opened his eyes after waking violently, tried to breathe but something was blocking his throat and, desperate for a breath of air, he dropped to his knees and tried to expel what was inside him, straining until something began to move: a huge snake that fell heavily to the ground and crawled across the sand until it extracted its entire long body from inside the canine.\n\nJagger fell down exhausted, face down, his narrowed eyes watering as he watched the snake slither away until it sank into the sand and disappeared.\n\n“Welcome to my world, young canine. Forgive the snake, she is charged with bringing spirits to my world, but she has a bad habit of enjoying the warmth of mammalian entrails,” spoke a strange resonant voice that occupied the German shepherd's ears.\n\nJagger dried his eyes, turned around and found a coyote, floating about forty inches off the ground, completely naked, his male body adorned by a few grayish-colored feathers and some patterns made with white dye on his light brown fur.\n\n“You are Ma'ii?” asked the dog, straining to intonate his voice after such a traumatic experience, still feeling a slight pain in his throat.\n\n“That's right, I am the first coyote, and this is my world: the infinite desert of souls,” replied the coyote.\n\nThe canine slowly looked at his surroundings, everything was gray sand, some old stones and cacti scattered in the distance. There were no other living things, no traces of them, no bones or marks, no plastic bottles, no toilet paper, no vultures adorning the sky.\n\n“Can you help me?” asked Jagger again, focusing his gaze again on the spirit.\n\n“Perhaps... What are you offering?” replied Ma'ii, approaching the mortal.\n\nThe dog instinctively made the motion to put his hands in his pockets but at that moment realized he was completely naked.\n\n“I have nothing to give you...” replied the young male.\n\n“Not here, but maybe you can give something to my shaman when you get back to the other side,” the spirit offered.\n\n“Something for your shaman?” asked the dog, thinking about what he could give him.\n\n“Yes, something small, personal, that will generate a memory in both of us. Are we agreed?” said the coyote, offering his hand to the young canine.\n\n“I agree,” the German shepherd agreed, shaking the spirit's hand.\n\n“Wow, that was nice... the last one of yours I shook hands with spit in his palm before we made a pact, it was pretty gross... “ the coyote recalled aloud, as his body descended until his feet touched the ground.\n\n“Yes... Some people have that strange habit,” stammered the dog.\n\n“Good, now let me look inside you to understand what the problem is,” the coyote said, letting go of the other male's hand to cover his eyes for a moment.\n\nJagger nodded and stood waiting. A few seconds later, Ma'ii removed his hands from his face and an unearthly glow came from his eyes. The coyote stared at the German shepherd, as if reading an open book, and after a couple of minutes, the spirit closed its eyes and laughed.\n\n“Your problem is simple, you're not going to have to pay much...too bad, I was really looking forward to seeing my shaman ride around on that motorcycle,” the coyote scoffed.\n\n“M-My motorcycle?” replied Jagger, somewhat concerned to hear his most prized possession named.\n\n“Easy, you're not going to have to pay me back with that,” the spirit affirmed.\n\n“I have a question... What if I refuse to pay for your services and just leave a few dollars to your shaman?” asked the young canine.\n\n“How nice of you to ask, it's a lot of fun for me when that happens, but I'm not going to tell you so that, in case you do, it will be a surprise. Let's just say it doesn't bother me but I enjoy it so please do it,” Ma'ii replied, with a mischievous tone and a sinister smile that sent a deep shiver down the German shepherd's spine.\n\n“Fine, I won't! Really... it was just a question,” Jagger hastened to say, looking away to avoid that smile.\n\n“Too bad... Well, let's solve your problem,” said the coyote.\n\nThe spirit rose from the ground again and, with his finger, began to draw strange figures in the air. When he finished, six snaking gutters appeared in the desert sand, moving in the direction of a large well, and at the beginning of each gutter, there was a vase filled with water.\n\n“Now it's your turn to act, young man. Each gutter represents a way of life and the well is the future your heart desires most. Use the water from each vase and follow its path to discover which way will lead you to your desired future,” the coyote explained.\n\nJagger listened attentively to Ma'ii words and went through the paths in the sand, trying to find some difference or something that caught his attention before deciding which one to pour the water over.\n\n“Young man, the idea is that you use the water in all the gutters and see what happens. I'm not going to charge you for the water like you do my people,” the spirit said as he saw the test stretching out pointlessly.\n\nThe dog nodded and, after discovering nothing strange in any of the options, poured the water from the first vase. The liquid made the expected journey until it reached the well, generating quick scenes in the young man's mind about a life he had not yet lived. Before the German shepherd's eyes many things happened: a car accident, an encounter with a nurse horse, rough sex with that same nurse in his apartment, a wedding.\n\n“What the fuck was that?” asked Jagger aloud, shaken and confused.\n\n“It's scraps of the life you chose, a likely future depending on what you do,” the spirit explained.\n\n“There was... a male in my vision,” the young canine muttered.\n\n“Yes... What's the problem?” asked Ma'ii.\n\n“I have never been in a relationship with another male... “ said the dog.\n\n“The water in those vases reflects the desires of the heart, it is purely what you want,” explained the coyote.\n\n“But I...”\n\n“Next vase, please, I'm getting old!”\n\n“How old are you?”\n\n“ You don't ask such things of a spirit.”\n\nJagger looked doubtfully at the coyote, who was floating a few feet off the ground, now sketching a face of tedium. The young man approached the next vase and, as he touched it, realized that everything he had previously seen was forgotten, he knew he had seen something involving having sex with another male but, where before the image was a sharp memory, now he could no longer recall even the species of the male he had encountered.\n\n“I can't let you keep those memories, it would be cheating. So, enjoy them while they last,” Ma'ii warned.\n\nThe dog let go of the vase and touched his chest before continuing, a profound loss of a beautiful future made his heart ache. Why…? A few seconds later, the German shepherd grabbed the vase again and poured the water into the gutter, watching as the liquid easily reached the hole.\n\nThis time, the young man walked along a long path, surrounded by tall pine trees until he entered the forest, where he was confronted by a huge feral wolf, a giant male with coal-black fur. Far from civilization, the great beast destroyed his motorcycle and took him as his female, penetrating and biting him until the dog lost all hope of escape and was left to live in the forest, at the mercy of his captor.\n\n“No!” cried the young canine as he shook his head.\n\n“Beware of the dark secrets that lurk in the forgotten corners of the world,” said the coyote, laughing as he saw the other male's frightened face.\n\nJagger rushed to touch the next vase to forget what he had seen or experienced. The stream washed away the dark experience and gave way to another shower of visions.\n\nRoses, warm colors, fine fabrics, he was married to a designer, a high-born rabbit who kissed him on the lips every morning when he woke up. The canine's shoulders were marked with the incisors of his husband, who loved to fuck him standing up and bite him whenever he finished inside him, it was their intimate ritual that they repeated at least six times a day.\n\n“Are you making fun of me?” cried Jagger to the spirit.\n\n“No, although I admit your desperation is pleasurable,” said the coyote.\n\n“I'm not gay!” the German shepherd shouted again.\n\n“So that's what you call it... We just do it and enjoy it, males are males, females are females, and the two spirits are two, there are no doubts or fears when it comes to loving each other,” explained Ma'ii, as he floated near the other canine's face a small naked rabbit with an erect penis, made of sand.\n\n“Next!” shouted Jagger, dispelling the sand bunny with a swat.\n\nThe dog unhesitatingly walked over to the next vase and kicked it, causing the visions to begin again.\n\nThe music was loud and people were jumping around crowded into a luxurious house. Jagger was dressed in a very short t-shirt that left his navel exposed, he had no pants on and everything was spinning from the excess alcohol in his body. There was a group of young college boys around him, one of them was his boyfriend and he loved to take him to parties... Suddenly, one of the strangers pushed him against a bed and threw himself on top of the alcoholic dog, turning him upside down, mounting him from behind and penetrating him without hesitation. The others in the room were already naked, some waiting their turn, others fucking his mouth, squeezing his balls, making plans to penetrate him in pairs. Every weekend was the same, a party, lots of booze, lots of males, and Jagger's ass ending up so used he could barely recover for the next weekend.\n\n“Wow...those guys sure were having a good time,” Ma'ii teased.\n\nJagger didn't bother to respond and, with palpable disgust on his face, walked to the next vase, grabbed it by the handles and poured the water in, his mind blurred and his vision flooded with a new scenario.\n\nThe dog was naked, just like in the desert of souls, but now he was feeling cold, there was a lot of metal in the place, it was damp and dark. In front of him was a metal table with several lines of cocaine, towards which he lunged desperately, leaning his nose against the surface and moving his head to the side as he snorted. The German Shepherd straightened up, sighed and his face showed happiness, while his nose dripped. He had been without a dose for several hours and was already feeling uncomfortable, but now everything was fine. A huge hand grabbed the canine by the hair and smashed his face against the metal table, forcing him face down, his chest resting against the white powder and his feet barely resting on the floor. The big male behind the dog was his owner, a stocky, gruff boar, a small-time dealer who had control of a very poor neighborhood and Jagger had become his favorite whore.\n\nThe dog shook his head and left that horrible scene, the air felt pure again though the uncomfortable feeling in his nostrils was still present.\n\n“I-I don't want that, it's hell,” Jagger said in a shaky voice, rubbing his nose to try to get rid of that unpleasant feeling.\n\n“It may seem like hell to you now, but you just looked so happy. What are you terrified of?” asked the coyote, baring all his teeth as he smiled.\n\n“I'm not going to answer that...” muttered the dog.\n\nGrabbing the handle of the last vase, Jagger sighed in relief as he forgot what he had just experienced and, a few seconds after recovering, poured the water into the gutter.\n\nThe German shepherd saw a ring on his finger, the place he was in was warm and comfortable, a spacious and quiet cottage, in the background there was barely the sound of computer keys, it was his husband who was working. Jagger had married a simple guy, a little older than he was, with a pot belly and a bald head, he had a large collection of toys that the dog quite happily enjoyed shoving up his ass. While enjoying a glass of wine, the canine checked his cell phone, setting up a date to fuck a stranger...that feline cock looked pretty good.\n\n“That life didn't look so bad, you have nothing to complain about,” the coyote said, descending back to the ground.\n\n“I... I don't know... What the fuck does that mean?” the dog stammered, dropping to his knees on the sand.\n\n“What hasn't been clear to you?” asked Ma'ii, approaching the young canine.\n\n“What should I take away as a learning from all this?” continued Jagger.\n\n“Well... the idea was for you to learn that, whatever you choose, all paths will lead you to your destiny. But, I think in your case I should add that I noticed two constants in all your visions,” the spirit replied.\n\n“I listen to you...I suppose,” growled the German shepherd.\n\n“There are two things your heart has shown to yearn for: males and being penetrated by them,” said the coyote.\n\n“That's not true!” shouted the dog.\n\n“We both saw how, even with that wild and monstrous wolf in that forgotten forest, you squealed with pleasure at being penetrated, like a female being impregnated for the first time. Or am I wrong?” continued Ma'ii.\n\n“True... I don't remember much of what I saw... but I do remember liking it,” the young canine admitted.\n\n“Refusing what the heart pursues only makes it end up scorched, like a dying flower, and no one wants to eat a wilted flower,” the coyote explained, as saliva dripped from his muzzle.\n\n“Do you like to eat flowers?” asked Jagger, raising an eyebrow as he saw the spirit drool hungrily after saying that comparison to flowers.\n\n“No, I like hearts... biting into them while they still throb, feeling the muscle struggle and the warm liquid escape in all directions like a flock of birds spooked by an inexperienced predator... ooh what a delight,” Ma'ii replied, closing his eyes and hugging himself.\n\n“Okay... I guess our session is over,” said the dog, with a tone of concern.\n\n“Session? What's that?” asked the spirit, awakening from his reverie.\n\n“It's when...”\n\n“Forget it, don't bother explaining something meaningless that I won't remember. But I notice in your heart that you already want to leave. All you have to do is close your eyes and I'll send you on your way,” the coyote explained.\n\nJagger nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for him to magically be returned to the real world.\n\n“One more thing... Regarding my pay... It will be simple: I will order my shaman, Nakateq, to perform a ritual with you and you will obey. When you are finished, you may leave,” the spirit said.\n\n“Okay... thank you,” replied the dog, without opening his eyes.\n\nAfter that, Jagger felt the blowing of the desert wind and the grains of sand as they crashed against his naked body until, slowly, everything began to have weight, to ache, to spin, to smell and taste. When he opened his eyes, the canine was back in the shaman's hut, on the native reservation he had driven to on his motorcycle in the middle of the night, and in front of him stood the gray-furred wolf that had helped transport him to the world of the spirit guide, Nakateq.\n\n“Wow... Ma'ii played with you quite a bit. For the time that passed, I thought you would have to give me your bike as payment,” the adult wolf said.\n\n“I don't plan to hand over my bike to you, ever,” the German shepherd replied, curtly.\n\n“You always hand over what the spirit says, for he does not ask for greed, he asks so that all physical things have a certain, limited meaning, that you do not speculate the value of a piece of shit, because it will always be a piece of shit,” the shaman explained.\n\n“He said I should help you do a ritual,” the dog admitted.\n\n“That's right, it will be very uncomfortable for me since, normally, I do this only with females, but orders are orders,” Nakateq said.\n\n“What kind of ritual are we talking about?” asked Jagger as he watched the other male stand up.\n\n“Fertility... “ replied the wolf, removing his leather loincloth to expose his massive manhood.\n\n“What the fuck!” yelped the dog.\n\n\n“Yes yes yes, I know, it's very awkward for me. Imagine if my wife opens the door while I'm fucking another male,” said the shaman, in a concerned tone, as he grabbed a handful of powder and mixed it with water to form a thick red ink.\n\n“This is crazy... What do I have to do?” the young canine asked again, without taking his eyes off the shaman's fat testicles.\n\n“It's not very complicated, you just have to take off your clothes and I'll paint some ritual symbols on your body, then you'll get on all fours and I'll mount you,” Nakateq explained.\n\n“No no no no... I'll pass on this, I'm out of here,” Jagger replied agitated, as he hurriedly walked towards the door.\n\n“If you leave this hut without paying, Ma'ii will find you and it won't be pretty,” the gray wolf warned.\n\nThe German shepherd heard this but opened the door anyway and, before he took a step outside, he saw him. A few feet from the entrance, in pitch darkness, the ghostly silhouette of a feral coyote could be seen moving in circles and baring its teeth at the young dog.\n\nJagger swallowed hard and closed the door, approached the shaman again and removed the jacket he was wearing.\n\n“Listen... I've never been with another male...” stammered the German Shepherd.\n\n“Well, I'm not going to lie to you, it will be weird and uncomfortable, but it's not that bad. Young guys these days do it all the time,” assured the wolf.\n\nJagger nodded and continued to remove his clothes until he was just as naked as the male in front of him. Although the difference in height was only a few inches between the shaman and the dog, the size of their genitalia did differ significantly, the wolf's sheath being quite a bit thicker than the German shepherd's, plus Nakateq's dangling testicles were almost triple the size of the young canine's.\n\nJagger noticed this and felt embarrassed at the vast difference, he was not used to seeing other males naked. This feeling was heightened when the wolf approached with the bowl of ink to paint the dog's trembling body.\n\nNakateq dipped two of his fingers into the ink and brought them close to the other male's chest, painting first the left side, from the neck to the abdomen, with one figure and then the right side with another. Then he added small marks on the forehead, cheeks and elbows, ending with a dotted line from the back to the belly that became a circle when it reached the navel.\n\nThe shaman did not react to the image of the naked young male in front of him, as if he were a doctor accustomed to seeing the naked bodies of his patients. And, having finished painting the dog, he washed his hands and lit some aromatic branches with which he danced around Jagger.\n\n“Are you ready?” asked Nakateq, when he finished dancing.\n\n“N-No... “ replied the German shepherd.\n\n“Ma'ii recommends that I treat you as if you were a lover, that I be gentle. Although, you might want us to finish this quickly,” the gray wolf offered.\n\n“Gentle, please,” the dog hastened to reply.\n\n“Good, then just close your eyes and let yourself go, don't be afraid or refuse my touch, I'm not going to hurt you,” the shaman assured.\n\nJagger, again obeying, closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. Immediately, one large and firm hand grabbed him by the hip and the other took his right hand, pulling it back and bringing it to grasp the thick wolf sheath, from which a hard, wet tip could now be felt slowly peeking out.\n\n“You are soft and fearful, like a young female about to lose the whiteness of her flower,” Nakateq whispered in the young male's ear before playfully biting his cheek, moving closer until he was imposing his significantly more robust body on the dog's.\n\nThe young canine whimpered at the feel of the other male's touch, leading him to grasp the shaman's penis, staining the fur on his wrist with the other canine's dripping tip. The sensation was very pleasurable and intimate, though Jagger was still trembling with excitement, being more aware than ever that he was in an unfamiliar place, away from home, naked, and touching himself with another male.\n\n“Suck my fingers,” the wolf commanded, bringing the hand holding the young dog up to his muzzle, pushing against his lips to make his fingers rest on his tongue, while he kissed the stranger's neck and chest, always careful not to remove the still-fresh paint on his fur.\n\nThe German shepherd accepted his spontaneous lover's fingers in his mouth, quickly completing his task by sucking them with secret need. As the fingers left Jagger's maw, they were instantly replaced with the mouth of the other male, who kissed him roughly, thrusting his thick lupine tongue in and overpowering the dog's quickly, causing the young male to be sedated by the intimate taste of the shaman's saliva.\n\nNakateq tantalized the young canine with his kisses for several minutes, as he carefully moved his hand moistened with the dog's saliva closer to his ass, struggling slightly with the German shepherd's tail, which was held tightly between his legs, until he managed to break through and, with one of the wet fingers touch the virginal, tight hole.\n\nThe first touch made Jagger sigh, no one had ever touched his anus before, but the real surprise was when one of the fingers he had had in his mouth sank inside him, causing him to open his eyes and try to peel away, to run away from that strange discomfort. But the wolf caught on to the young dog's intentions and held him down, kissing him deeper and deeper as his thick finger went deeper and deeper, until his knuckle received the kiss from the canine anus he was preparing for the main event.\n\nAs the wolf began to thrust his finger in and out of the other male's insides, with his other hand he grabbed both penises, which were already out of their sheaths and swelling rapidly thanks to all the stimulation both canines were experiencing. The difference in size was about two inches, although the thickness of the lupine cock was significantly larger than the dog's, both at the tube and at the knot, which was not yet fully swollen.\n\nJagger moaned again as he felt his cock bump and twitch pleasurably against the shaman's intimate flesh. The crystalline male juices mingled and dripped, moistening the fur on his hands and testicles.\n\nThe wolf took the moment to slip his other finger into the young canine's hot little hole, causing him to awaken abruptly from the pleasurable reverie and releasing him from his kisses so that the dog could moan sonorously from the discomfort that had suddenly transformed into slight pain.\n\n“That's it... voice what you feel but resist, it's necessary for us to continue,” Nakateq whispered sweetly into the other male's ear, who seemed to be squirming to avoid fighting what was happening.\n\n“I-I think it feels better already...” replied Jagger, panting as he held onto the wolf's shoulders, squeezing him with both hands.\n\n“Just a little more, you're still too tight,” the shaman assured before kissing the young man's forehead, who really seemed to be straining.\n\nWhen the lupine's two thick fingers came to sink to the knuckles, the dog's anus throbbed and sucked, already more dilated by the invading appendages, which had given him a hard fight before conquering him and forcing him to surrender, at the mercy of the big male who was about to claim his virginal territory.\n\n“Uuh... Nakateq,” moaned Jagger, resting his head on the other canine's chest.\n\n“Do you want to continue?” asked the wolf.\n\nThe German shepherd nodded and immediately the lupine pulled his fingers out of the dog's hole and kissed him on the mouth again, imposing his thick lupine tongue on Jagger's again. Then the shaman released the young canine and, aided by his size, gently pushed him to the ground and then settled him on all fours.\n\nNakateq walked over to a small shelf to pick up a little glass flask containing a green, gelatinous liquid and returned to the stranger, kneeling behind the young dog.\n\n“The good news is that I have prepared an aloe vera ointment that works very well as a lubricant,” explained the wolf.\n\n“T-Thank you...” replied the young canine.\n\nThe shaman paused to observe Jagger's butt which, while considerably more dilated than at the start, still looked quite tight. Nakateq squealed and opened the flask of lubricant, he knew that the young stranger was about to have a hard time just like all the males he had previously been intimate with. So, taking a good amount of the gelatinous liquid, he slipped it into the dog's anus and then soaked his own penis, which remained hard and in great need of penetrating a female.\n\nFeeling the wet sensation, which now occupied his loins and slowly seeped outward, the stranger straightened his back and took a deep breath. Jagger knew he was about to occupy the place where his ex-girlfriends had been, underneath a male, waiting to be penetrated by a long red rocket that had a thick base that was supposed to go in, swell and make them both get tied up for quite a while.\n\n“Okay, take a deep breath and try to relax,” Nakateq said, resting the tip of his cock at the dog's entrance.\n\nJagger nodded, though his whole back bristled as he felt the dripping tip touch his anus. The young canine was nervous, but slowly eased up as he realized that the size was no big deal and even the contact with that warm flesh was coming to feel pleasurable.\n\nSeeing that the German shepherd was now ready, the shaman began to thrust, applying pressure until the thickness of his canine cock began to spread open the other male's small anus.\n\nJagger's expression changed abruptly as he felt the fat part of the wolf's cock, from a calmness akin to being massaged to opening his eyes wide, gritting his teeth and letting out a squeal. The burning he felt in his ass and the impossibility of looking back made the poor canine think he was being hit with a siege ram that, one way or another, would end up ruining him.\n\nWhen the dog began to yelp, Nakateq lay on top of him, hugging him from behind to hold him down as he continued to penetrate him, imposing his slightly larger body to keep him still while what needed to happen happened.\n\n“F-Fuck! It hurts!” cried the young canine.\n\n“I know, hold on a little longer,” whispered the shaman and gave the other male a kiss on the back.\n\nAs the lupine's penis advanced, the dog's anus opened like a swollen flower of flesh, until the shaman's knot roughly kissed that newly defiled hole. The base of the wolf's cock had already acquired considerable size though not yet in its full splendor, Nakateq knew he was running out of time if he wanted to follow the tradition of the ritual and become naturally bound with his mate.\n\n“You're going to have to help me, young man. Use your hands to spread your buttocks apart, I need your ass as wide open as possible,” the shaman explained, not stopping the slow movement of his hips, barely pulling half the length of his manhood in and out.\n\n“What, are you going to... ?” moaned the German shepherd, his ears down in submission.\n\n“Yeah, you know what's next, we're the same species,” said the wolf in a mocking tone.\n\nJagger swallowed saliva and brought his hands back, grabbing his buttocks and pulling them until he gave the other male the perfect space to push against him. At that moment, the dog felt a sharp pressure followed by a sharp pain that made him yelp, gnash his teeth and hit the ground.\n\n“That's it!” growled the shaman as he managed to get his knot in, just in time before it swelled too much to enter his female.\n\nThe discomfort Jagger felt was something new and unbearable, going so far as to make him squirm, straighten his back only to arch it, raise his head pointing his muzzle towards the ceiling, look to the side trying to claim the lupine with his gaze.\n\nNakateq's knot of flesh began to swell until it fulfilled its natural purpose, forcing the wolf to slow his thrusting rhythm to transform it into a limited hip movement, stimulating his manhood as much as possible to keep pumping his abundant precum into his lover's bowels.\n\n“Fuck!” cried the dog, clawing at the floor.\n\nThe shaman took advantage of the young male's open hand to grab it with his own and hold it, offering the typical, intimate display of affection of two lovers in the middle of the act of their bodies' enjoyment.\n\n“I know... enjoy it, accept everything you are feeling, I will soon fill your stomach,” Nakateq whispered tenderly into the lupine's ear.\n\nJagger's watering eyes closed as did his muzzle. The huge male on top of him felt so good and yet hurt so much, it seemed a fitting sacrifice to achieve a secret pleasure he had never come close to.\n\nNakateq's grip strengthened, as if his life depended on keeping the other canine under his dominance. A growing sensation of pleasure moved from his belly to his cock, making it throb until it reached the tip of that fleshy spear to begin shooting its rich, hot sperm.\n\nJagger opened his eyes again as he felt the other male lay on his back and began to fill him with the abundant, thick liquid that seemed to swell his stomach by its sheer volume. The dog's legs shook as he panted in agitation, resisting the powerful wolf's treatment as saliva ran down the sides of his muzzle.\n\nThe shaman used his strength to flip the German shepherd over so they lay on the ground, hugging each other on their sides, clutching his mistress's belly with the same affection with which he would clutch the belly of a freshly impregnated female.\n\nAs they lay on their sides, the dog's arm dangled down and accidentally made contact with his penis, still outside its sheath, wet and sticky. Jagger stroked his crotch, smearing his hand with plenty of male milk that was not the same one occupying his bowels.\n\nSeveral minutes later, Nakateq realized that his knot had deflated enough that he could free himself, which he did instantly, producing an obscene and loud plop, disengaging his penis from the other male's anus, followed by a torrent of semen that quickly pooled on the floor.\n\n“You've paid, I hope it was pleasurable,” the shaman said quietly, wiping his flaccid member against the dog's leg.\n\nHearing this, Jagger slowly stood up, even with the warm wolf juice dripping from his hole that burned from the great exertion he had had to endure. The young canine's legs were shaking and his body was beginning to feel the chill of the long time without clothes and the closeness of another warm body. In the German Shepherd's mind, all the concepts he had learned so far were spinning like a whirlwind, questioning what he thought he was and needed.\n\n“Thank you... “ Jagger muttered, not looking at the wolf, as he slowly dressed.\n\nThe other canine, having already complied with the Ma'ii wishes, put his loincloth back on, grabbed a dry branch that he lit with one of the braziers and lay down on his back among a pile of furs, bringing the lit branch to his muzzle to smoke it.\n\n“It was a pleasure... Now, if you don't mind, I'll try to sleep before the next customer comes... Ma'ii told me I have about two hours,” the shaman explained, closing his eyes and trying to relax.\n\nGiving one last look at the male who had taken his anal virginity, now lying on the floor, somewhat drugged, half asleep, and with some paint stains on his fur, produced a certain attraction in the dog. Jagger shook his head, put on his leather jacket and left the cabin.\n\nStill a couple of hours before dawn, the darkness of night and a gentle cool breeze embraced Jagger once again. There was no longer any sight of that menacing spectral creature, although, after the intimate experience he had had, the German shepherd would possibly ignore even a ghostly beast swooping down and biting his face.\n\nThe canine's heavy footsteps carried him to his motorcycle and, as he mounted it, he felt an uncomfortable searing pain in his ass that confirmed to him that everything he had experienced had been real. With a kick, Jagger started the engine and accelerated, moving down the dirt road out of the reserve and back onto the road.\n\nA few miles down the road, the dog stopped at a small trucker's bar for a bite to eat before continuing on his way. Upon entering, Jagger sat at the bar and ordered a hamburger with a tray of fries, which soon arrived.\n\nAs the German shepherd devoured his meal, an unfamiliar hand brought a mug of beer over to him, catching the young canine's attention as he averted his gaze to meet the one who was graciously offering him a drink, finding a coyote, dressed in similar attire to the one he was wearing.\n\n“Have a drink, friend. You look like you've died and been reborn in the same night,” the stranger said in a friendly tone.\n\nJagger accepted the tankard and took a swig, consuming almost half of its contents, then smiled and thanked the other canine with a gesture.\n\n“Actually, that's exactly what happened. I tried something new, radical and now I'm a different male,” the dog explained.\n\n“How different?” asked the coyote, grinning.\n\n“Different enough to suck your dick after I finish this burger,” replied the young German shepherd, baring his teeth as he grinned.\n\nCoyote's eyes widened, surprised to hear such a direct response, but he immediately let out a laugh and smiled back before asking again, “If I pay you for another beer, will you give me your ass?”\n\nJagger swallowed the mouthful he was chewing and shook hands with the canine stranger, “ Deal!”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A blanket of stars was slowly glimpsed after the disappearance of the sun on the horizon, the lights of the cars were becoming more and more visible on the road at the same time that the volume of people on that route so far away from the nearest city was decreasing.

The night wind was blowing against the face of the young German shepherd, who was speeding up to pass a pickup truck, making the engine of his huge motorcycle roar. The canine's leather jacket flapped at his sides, indulging in the breeze against his shirt while the temperature was still acceptable.

Jagger had taken advantage of his brief vacation to pay a visit to the nearest Indian territory, which meant traveling several hundred miles away from home, to achieve a goal he had been seeking for several years since his teenage years: to find his identity.

The young canine had just turned twenty-five and felt a deep confusion in his life: his work seemed boring, his relationship with his family had become tedious, he was having trouble projecting into the future and he had already gone through three disastrous courtships, all with beautiful and intelligent females, who had simply disillusioned him.

A friend had recommended the German shepherd pay a visit to a shaman from the nearby tribes, who were well known as spiritual guides and might be able to shed some light on his path or, at the very least, help him understand himself. And, while Jagger didn't believe in such things, he thought it would do him good to take a couple of days and ride his motorcycle, an activity that always relaxed him when life got tough.

The canine stopped at a gas station and, while filling up his gas tank and eating a large sandwich, he started looking at a map. The Ma'ii tribe's reservation was nearby and he had heard that he could show up at any time. Jagger glanced at his watch, it was nine o'clock at night, swallowed what was left of his sandwich, paid for the fuel and food, and set off again.

After a couple more kilometers, the German shepherd pulled off the road at the light of a sign indicating the entrance to the Ma'ii tribe's reservation. The dirt road was not very well kept and ran deep into a property of medium-sized trees that took up the entire horizon, resembling a blanket of infinite darkness that covered everything in the distance, making the sounds of the engines that were abundant on the road fade more and more.

The place was a ranch with several cabins without wire fences, they had some totem poles distributed in front of each house and no electric light, but the glow of the bonfires that lit and heated the buildings could be seen. There was only one sign in front of a hut separated from the others, written in a language Jagger understood, surely put there for outsiders like him, and it read: “shaman”.

The German shepherd turned off the engine, put the bike's leg down and walked to the door, stepping into the darkness toward the dim light. He knocked on the door a couple of times, waited and knocked again, but no one answered.

When the canine decided to leave, he took a step towards his motorcycle but a hand pulled him hard by the shoulder and when he turned around there was no one there. Jagger growled, thinking he was being pranked and walked determinedly to the door, grabbed the handle and opened it smoothly. The excitement of the situation took hold of the young dog, leading him to enter the cabin, where he met the owner of the place.

The first room of the hut was spacious and did not have much furniture, just some braziers and furs on the floor, dreamcatchers and a couple of totem poles smaller than the ones outside, wicker baskets with flowers and vases with strange powders, incense sticks and glasses made of horns.

In the center of the place, next to the braziers and incense, sitting on the ground was a wolf. The male, gray-furred and past middle age, was almost completely naked, covered only by a small leather loincloth, with various bone ornaments, colorful feathers hooked into the braids of his hair, and various symbols painted on his chest, arms, belly, and legs.

“Welcome, stranger, we've been expecting you,” the lupine said without opening his eyes, his voice thick and tired.

“Excuse me... were you waiting for me?” asked Jagger, his tone confused as he looked around for anyone else.

“Of course, the only people who come to the reserve at this hour are outsiders looking to me for advice. Although, I admit I thought you were another young lady who had been knocked up by the wind,” the wolf explained.

“I thought you realized I wasn't part of the tribe when you tapped me on the shoulder,” the German shepherd admitted.

“Aah... now I get it, you cheated again,” protested the shaman, turning his gaze to the side.

“Excuse me, did I cheat?” the young canine asked again, not understanding what the other male was saying.

“No, not you. I was referring to Ma'ii. We had bet on whether or not you would come in. I bet you'd go home and he bet you'd come in,” the wolf explained.

“Who is Ma'ii?” asked Jagger again, now a little more concerned knowing there was someone else with them.

“Ma'ii, the first coyote, protector, trickster, and lover of mortals, is also the spirit guide of our people,” said the shaman.

“You mean a spirit tapped me on the shoulder?” replied the young dog, raising an eyebrow.

“That's right, so that you would come in and I would lose the bet,” repeated the wolf.

“And what kind of bet do you make with a spirit?” continued Jagger with his questioning.

“We bet my wife. I'm not home much, and she likes to...share the bedroom with other males. So, the next time she meets someone, Ma'ii will possess the male and have fun with her,” the shaman detailed.

“You take the situation very calmly...” replied the dog.

“Ma'ii loves to do that kind of teasing and over the years you get used to it,” admitted the lupine.

“He sounds like a bully or an unbearable roomie,” said Jagger.

“I don't know what that means but I agree with the 'insufferable' thing. Now...sit down and tell me why you came,” the wolf indicated, pointing to one of the furs on the floor.

The German shepherd nodded his head and knelt down, resting his butt on his heels, straightening his back and resting his hands on his thighs.

“Ma'ii says that you sit like a girl, and I agree...” said the shaman.

Jagger blushed at hearing this and immediately settled back, stretching his legs out and resting his butt on the floor, mimicking the other male's nonchalant pose.

“Now Ma'ii says you have no conviction. But please, let's proceed... “ the wolf said, opening his eyes, focusing entirely on the stranger.

“Well... I don't know how to ask this but... I don't know what to do with my life, I need guidance or at least a sign that will lead me to what I want,” Jagger explained.

“Hmm you are lucky Ma'ii is here today... he is a liar, but he is also the best guide,” the shaman admitted.

“I hear you then, I want to know, to understand me,” the German shepherd said, almost with a desperate whimper.

The wolf stretched out his arms and brought over some bowls with powder, a vase with liquor, and put a thin branch on the fire. Into a glass he poured the liquor, which had an ochre color and looked quite thick, then he added two handfuls of three different powders, and finally he took out the branch he had put on the fire, broke off a piece still burning and dipped it into the liquid. When the mixture stopped bubbling, the shaman grabbed a wooden spoon and stirred until the liquid changed color to a deep yellow, from which emanate a nauseating odor.

“Drink this,” the wolf ordered Jagger, holding the glass with the thick liquid close to him.

“It has a foul smell... “ complained the canine, holding the container close to his nose.

“And the taste is a hell of a lot worse, but you must drink it all. And please don't vomit it up, those powders are really hard to come by...” explained the shaman.

“Do I have to swallow the ember too?” asked the dog.

“Ma'ii says yes, I say: don't be stupid,” replied the wolf.

Jagger hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and downed the mixture in one gulp. The burning in the canine's throat became unbearable within seconds, his eyes watered and, for a second, he seemed to choke.

“Fuck, that's disgusting!” exclaimed the German shepherd.

“This ain't a bar, boy. Now keep your eyes closed, you're going to lose your balance soon,” explained the shaman.

The dog obeyed and, as he felt his body seem to twist to the side, he resorted to all his willpower not to vomit that horrible drink that seemed to have conquered his taste buds with its nefarious flavor.

“Relax and let yourself go, say goodbye to your body, go into the darkness and travel with your mind,” the wolf whispered, as he blew smoke into the young male's face.

Everything began to spin abruptly for Jagger, as if he were riding a park attraction, the wind whipped around him and carried him in a downward spiral until he sank into a pool of thick pitch that quickly filled his nostrils, choking him to... death.

The German shepherd opened his eyes after waking violently, tried to breathe but something was blocking his throat and, desperate for a breath of air, he dropped to his knees and tried to expel what was inside him, straining until something began to move: a huge snake that fell heavily to the ground and crawled across the sand until it extracted its entire long body from inside the canine.

Jagger fell down exhausted, face down, his narrowed eyes watering as he watched the snake slither away until it sank into the sand and disappeared.

“Welcome to my world, young canine. Forgive the snake, she is charged with bringing spirits to my world, but she has a bad habit of enjoying the warmth of mammalian entrails,” spoke a strange resonant voice that occupied the German shepherd's ears.

Jagger dried his eyes, turned around and found a coyote, floating about forty inches off the ground, completely naked, his male body adorned by a few grayish-colored feathers and some patterns made with white dye on his light brown fur.

“You are Ma'ii?” asked the dog, straining to intonate his voice after such a traumatic experience, still feeling a slight pain in his throat.

“That's right, I am the first coyote, and this is my world: the infinite desert of souls,” replied the coyote.

The canine slowly looked at his surroundings, everything was gray sand, some old stones and cacti scattered in the distance. There were no other living things, no traces of them, no bones or marks, no plastic bottles, no toilet paper, no vultures adorning the sky.

“Can you help me?” asked Jagger again, focusing his gaze again on the spirit.

“Perhaps... What are you offering?” replied Ma'ii, approaching the mortal.

The dog instinctively made the motion to put his hands in his pockets but at that moment realized he was completely naked.

“I have nothing to give you...” replied the young male.

“Not here, but maybe you can give something to my shaman when you get back to the other side,” the spirit offered.

“Something for your shaman?” asked the dog, thinking about what he could give him.

“Yes, something small, personal, that will generate a memory in both of us. Are we agreed?” said the coyote, offering his hand to the young canine.

“I agree,” the German shepherd agreed, shaking the spirit's hand.

“Wow, that was nice... the last one of yours I shook hands with spit in his palm before we made a pact, it was pretty gross... “ the coyote recalled aloud, as his body descended until his feet touched the ground.

“Yes... Some people have that strange habit,” stammered the dog.

“Good, now let me look inside you to understand what the problem is,” the coyote said, letting go of the other male's hand to cover his eyes for a moment.

Jagger nodded and stood waiting. A few seconds later, Ma'ii removed his hands from his face and an unearthly glow came from his eyes. The coyote stared at the German shepherd, as if reading an open book, and after a couple of minutes, the spirit closed its eyes and laughed.

“Your problem is simple, you're not going to have to pay much...too bad, I was really looking forward to seeing my shaman ride around on that motorcycle,” the coyote scoffed.

“M-My motorcycle?” replied Jagger, somewhat concerned to hear his most prized possession named.

“Easy, you're not going to have to pay me back with that,” the spirit affirmed.

“I have a question... What if I refuse to pay for your services and just leave a few dollars to your shaman?” asked the young canine.

“How nice of you to ask, it's a lot of fun for me when that happens, but I'm not going to tell you so that, in case you do, it will be a surprise. Let's just say it doesn't bother me but I enjoy it so please do it,” Ma'ii replied, with a mischievous tone and a sinister smile that sent a deep shiver down the German shepherd's spine.

“Fine, I won't! Really... it was just a question,” Jagger hastened to say, looking away to avoid that smile.

“Too bad... Well, let's solve your problem,” said the coyote.

The spirit rose from the ground again and, with his finger, began to draw strange figures in the air. When he finished, six snaking gutters appeared in the desert sand, moving in the direction of a large well, and at the beginning of each gutter, there was a vase filled with water.

“Now it's your turn to act, young man. Each gutter represents a way of life and the well is the future your heart desires most. Use the water from each vase and follow its path to discover which way will lead you to your desired future,” the coyote explained.

Jagger listened attentively to Ma'ii words and went through the paths in the sand, trying to find some difference or something that caught his attention before deciding which one to pour the water over.

“Young man, the idea is that you use the water in all the gutters and see what happens. I'm not going to charge you for the water like you do my people,” the spirit said as he saw the test stretching out pointlessly.

The dog nodded and, after discovering nothing strange in any of the options, poured the water from the first vase. The liquid made the expected journey until it reached the well, generating quick scenes in the young man's mind about a life he had not yet lived. Before the German shepherd's eyes many things happened: a car accident, an encounter with a nurse horse, rough sex with that same nurse in his apartment, a wedding.

“What the fuck was that?” asked Jagger aloud, shaken and confused.

“It's scraps of the life you chose, a likely future depending on what you do,” the spirit explained.

“There was... a male in my vision,” the young canine muttered.

“Yes... What's the problem?” asked Ma'ii.

“I have never been in a relationship with another male... “ said the dog.

“The water in those vases reflects the desires of the heart, it is purely what you want,” explained the coyote.

“But I...”

“Next vase, please, I'm getting old!”

“How old are you?”

“ You don't ask such things of a spirit.”

Jagger looked doubtfully at the coyote, who was floating a few feet off the ground, now sketching a face of tedium. The young man approached the next vase and, as he touched it, realized that everything he had previously seen was forgotten, he knew he had seen something involving having sex with another male but, where before the image was a sharp memory, now he could no longer recall even the species of the male he had encountered.

“I can't let you keep those memories, it would be cheating. So, enjoy them while they last,” Ma'ii warned.

The dog let go of the vase and touched his chest before continuing, a profound loss of a beautiful future made his heart ache. Why…? A few seconds later, the German shepherd grabbed the vase again and poured the water into the gutter, watching as the liquid easily reached the hole.

This time, the young man walked along a long path, surrounded by tall pine trees until he entered the forest, where he was confronted by a huge feral wolf, a giant male with coal-black fur. Far from civilization, the great beast destroyed his motorcycle and took him as his female, penetrating and biting him until the dog lost all hope of escape and was left to live in the forest, at the mercy of his captor.

“No!” cried the young canine as he shook his head.

“Beware of the dark secrets that lurk in the forgotten corners of the world,” said the coyote, laughing as he saw the other male's frightened face.

Jagger rushed to touch the next vase to forget what he had seen or experienced. The stream washed away the dark experience and gave way to another shower of visions.

Roses, warm colors, fine fabrics, he was married to a designer, a high-born rabbit who kissed him on the lips every morning when he woke up. The canine's shoulders were marked with the incisors of his husband, who loved to fuck him standing up and bite him whenever he finished inside him, it was their intimate ritual that they repeated at least six times a day.

“Are you making fun of me?” cried Jagger to the spirit.

“No, although I admit your desperation is pleasurable,” said the coyote.

“I'm not gay!” the German shepherd shouted again.

“So that's what you call it... We just do it and enjoy it, males are males, females are females, and the two spirits are two, there are no doubts or fears when it comes to loving each other,” explained Ma'ii, as he floated near the other canine's face a small naked rabbit with an erect penis, made of sand.

“Next!” shouted Jagger, dispelling the sand bunny with a swat.

The dog unhesitatingly walked over to the next vase and kicked it, causing the visions to begin again.

The music was loud and people were jumping around crowded into a luxurious house. Jagger was dressed in a very short t-shirt that left his navel exposed, he had no pants on and everything was spinning from the excess alcohol in his body. There was a group of young college boys around him, one of them was his boyfriend and he loved to take him to parties... Suddenly, one of the strangers pushed him against a bed and threw himself on top of the alcoholic dog, turning him upside down, mounting him from behind and penetrating him without hesitation. The others in the room were already naked, some waiting their turn, others fucking his mouth, squeezing his balls, making plans to penetrate him in pairs. Every weekend was the same, a party, lots of booze, lots of males, and Jagger's ass ending up so used he could barely recover for the next weekend.

“Wow...those guys sure were having a good time,” Ma'ii teased.

Jagger didn't bother to respond and, with palpable disgust on his face, walked to the next vase, grabbed it by the handles and poured the water in, his mind blurred and his vision flooded with a new scenario.

The dog was naked, just like in the desert of souls, but now he was feeling cold, there was a lot of metal in the place, it was damp and dark. In front of him was a metal table with several lines of cocaine, towards which he lunged desperately, leaning his nose against the surface and moving his head to the side as he snorted. The German Shepherd straightened up, sighed and his face showed happiness, while his nose dripped. He had been without a dose for several hours and was already feeling uncomfortable, but now everything was fine. A huge hand grabbed the canine by the hair and smashed his face against the metal table, forcing him face down, his chest resting against the white powder and his feet barely resting on the floor. The big male behind the dog was his owner, a stocky, gruff boar, a small-time dealer who had control of a very poor neighborhood and Jagger had become his favorite whore.

The dog shook his head and left that horrible scene, the air felt pure again though the uncomfortable feeling in his nostrils was still present.

“I-I don't want that, it's hell,” Jagger said in a shaky voice, rubbing his nose to try to get rid of that unpleasant feeling.

“It may seem like hell to you now, but you just looked so happy. What are you terrified of?” asked the coyote, baring all his teeth as he smiled.

“I'm not going to answer that...” muttered the dog.

Grabbing the handle of the last vase, Jagger sighed in relief as he forgot what he had just experienced and, a few seconds after recovering, poured the water into the gutter.

The German shepherd saw a ring on his finger, the place he was in was warm and comfortable, a spacious and quiet cottage, in the background there was barely the sound of computer keys, it was his husband who was working. Jagger had married a simple guy, a little older than he was, with a pot belly and a bald head, he had a large collection of toys that the dog quite happily enjoyed shoving up his ass. While enjoying a glass of wine, the canine checked his cell phone, setting up a date to fuck a stranger...that feline cock looked pretty good.

“That life didn't look so bad, you have nothing to complain about,” the coyote said, descending back to the ground.

“I... I don't know... What the fuck does that mean?” the dog stammered, dropping to his knees on the sand.

“What hasn't been clear to you?” asked Ma'ii, approaching the young canine.

“What should I take away as a learning from all this?” continued Jagger.

“Well... the idea was for you to learn that, whatever you choose, all paths will lead you to your destiny. But, I think in your case I should add that I noticed two constants in all your visions,” the spirit replied.

“I listen to you...I suppose,” growled the German shepherd.

“There are two things your heart has shown to yearn for: males and being penetrated by them,” said the coyote.

“That's not true!” shouted the dog.

“We both saw how, even with that wild and monstrous wolf in that forgotten forest, you squealed with pleasure at being penetrated, like a female being impregnated for the first time. Or am I wrong?” continued Ma'ii.

“True... I don't remember much of what I saw... but I do remember liking it,” the young canine admitted.

“Refusing what the heart pursues only makes it end up scorched, like a dying flower, and no one wants to eat a wilted flower,” the coyote explained, as saliva dripped from his muzzle.

“Do you like to eat flowers?” asked Jagger, raising an eyebrow as he saw the spirit drool hungrily after saying that comparison to flowers.

“No, I like hearts... biting into them while they still throb, feeling the muscle struggle and the warm liquid escape in all directions like a flock of birds spooked by an inexperienced predator... ooh what a delight,” Ma'ii replied, closing his eyes and hugging himself.

“Okay... I guess our session is over,” said the dog, with a tone of concern.

“Session? What's that?” asked the spirit, awakening from his reverie.

“It's when...”

“Forget it, don't bother explaining something meaningless that I won't remember. But I notice in your heart that you already want to leave. All you have to do is close your eyes and I'll send you on your way,” the coyote explained.

Jagger nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for him to magically be returned to the real world.

“One more thing... Regarding my pay... It will be simple: I will order my shaman, Nakateq, to perform a ritual with you and you will obey. When you are finished, you may leave,” the spirit said.

“Okay... thank you,” replied the dog, without opening his eyes.

After that, Jagger felt the blowing of the desert wind and the grains of sand as they crashed against his naked body until, slowly, everything began to have weight, to ache, to spin, to smell and taste. When he opened his eyes, the canine was back in the shaman's hut, on the native reservation he had driven to on his motorcycle in the middle of the night, and in front of him stood the gray-furred wolf that had helped transport him to the world of the spirit guide, Nakateq.

“Wow... Ma'ii played with you quite a bit. For the time that passed, I thought you would have to give me your bike as payment,” the adult wolf said.

“I don't plan to hand over my bike to you, ever,” the German shepherd replied, curtly.

“You always hand over what the spirit says, for he does not ask for greed, he asks so that all physical things have a certain, limited meaning, that you do not speculate the value of a piece of shit, because it will always be a piece of shit,” the shaman explained.

“He said I should help you do a ritual,” the dog admitted.

“That's right, it will be very uncomfortable for me since, normally, I do this only with females, but orders are orders,” Nakateq said.

“What kind of ritual are we talking about?” asked Jagger as he watched the other male stand up.

“Fertility... “ replied the wolf, removing his leather loincloth to expose his massive manhood.

“What the fuck!” yelped the dog.


“Yes yes yes, I know, it's very awkward for me. Imagine if my wife opens the door while I'm fucking another male,” said the shaman, in a concerned tone, as he grabbed a handful of powder and mixed it with water to form a thick red ink.

“This is crazy... What do I have to do?” the young canine asked again, without taking his eyes off the shaman's fat testicles.

“It's not very complicated, you just have to take off your clothes and I'll paint some ritual symbols on your body, then you'll get on all fours and I'll mount you,” Nakateq explained.

“No no no no... I'll pass on this, I'm out of here,” Jagger replied agitated, as he hurriedly walked towards the door.

“If you leave this hut without paying, Ma'ii will find you and it won't be pretty,” the gray wolf warned.

The German shepherd heard this but opened the door anyway and, before he took a step outside, he saw him. A few feet from the entrance, in pitch darkness, the ghostly silhouette of a feral coyote could be seen moving in circles and baring its teeth at the young dog.

Jagger swallowed hard and closed the door, approached the shaman again and removed the jacket he was wearing.

“Listen... I've never been with another male...” stammered the German Shepherd.

“Well, I'm not going to lie to you, it will be weird and uncomfortable, but it's not that bad. Young guys these days do it all the time,” assured the wolf.

Jagger nodded and continued to remove his clothes until he was just as naked as the male in front of him. Although the difference in height was only a few inches between the shaman and the dog, the size of their genitalia did differ significantly, the wolf's sheath being quite a bit thicker than the German shepherd's, plus Nakateq's dangling testicles were almost triple the size of the young canine's.

Jagger noticed this and felt embarrassed at the vast difference, he was not used to seeing other males naked. This feeling was heightened when the wolf approached with the bowl of ink to paint the dog's trembling body.

Nakateq dipped two of his fingers into the ink and brought them close to the other male's chest, painting first the left side, from the neck to the abdomen, with one figure and then the right side with another. Then he added small marks on the forehead, cheeks and elbows, ending with a dotted line from the back to the belly that became a circle when it reached the navel.

The shaman did not react to the image of the naked young male in front of him, as if he were a doctor accustomed to seeing the naked bodies of his patients. And, having finished painting the dog, he washed his hands and lit some aromatic branches with which he danced around Jagger.

“Are you ready?” asked Nakateq, when he finished dancing.

“N-No... “ replied the German shepherd.

“Ma'ii recommends that I treat you as if you were a lover, that I be gentle. Although, you might want us to finish this quickly,” the gray wolf offered.

“Gentle, please,” the dog hastened to reply.

“Good, then just close your eyes and let yourself go, don't be afraid or refuse my touch, I'm not going to hurt you,” the shaman assured.

Jagger, again obeying, closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. Immediately, one large and firm hand grabbed him by the hip and the other took his right hand, pulling it back and bringing it to grasp the thick wolf sheath, from which a hard, wet tip could now be felt slowly peeking out.

“You are soft and fearful, like a young female about to lose the whiteness of her flower,” Nakateq whispered in the young male's ear before playfully biting his cheek, moving closer until he was imposing his significantly more robust body on the dog's.

The young canine whimpered at the feel of the other male's touch, leading him to grasp the shaman's penis, staining the fur on his wrist with the other canine's dripping tip. The sensation was very pleasurable and intimate, though Jagger was still trembling with excitement, being more aware than ever that he was in an unfamiliar place, away from home, naked, and touching himself with another male.

“Suck my fingers,” the wolf commanded, bringing the hand holding the young dog up to his muzzle, pushing against his lips to make his fingers rest on his tongue, while he kissed the stranger's neck and chest, always careful not to remove the still-fresh paint on his fur.

The German shepherd accepted his spontaneous lover's fingers in his mouth, quickly completing his task by sucking them with secret need. As the fingers left Jagger's maw, they were instantly replaced with the mouth of the other male, who kissed him roughly, thrusting his thick lupine tongue in and overpowering the dog's quickly, causing the young male to be sedated by the intimate taste of the shaman's saliva.

Nakateq tantalized the young canine with his kisses for several minutes, as he carefully moved his hand moistened with the dog's saliva closer to his ass, struggling slightly with the German shepherd's tail, which was held tightly between his legs, until he managed to break through and, with one of the wet fingers touch the virginal, tight hole.

The first touch made Jagger sigh, no one had ever touched his anus before, but the real surprise was when one of the fingers he had had in his mouth sank inside him, causing him to open his eyes and try to peel away, to run away from that strange discomfort. But the wolf caught on to the young dog's intentions and held him down, kissing him deeper and deeper as his thick finger went deeper and deeper, until his knuckle received the kiss from the canine anus he was preparing for the main event.

As the wolf began to thrust his finger in and out of the other male's insides, with his other hand he grabbed both penises, which were already out of their sheaths and swelling rapidly thanks to all the stimulation both canines were experiencing. The difference in size was about two inches, although the thickness of the lupine cock was significantly larger than the dog's, both at the tube and at the knot, which was not yet fully swollen.

Jagger moaned again as he felt his cock bump and twitch pleasurably against the shaman's intimate flesh. The crystalline male juices mingled and dripped, moistening the fur on his hands and testicles.

The wolf took the moment to slip his other finger into the young canine's hot little hole, causing him to awaken abruptly from the pleasurable reverie and releasing him from his kisses so that the dog could moan sonorously from the discomfort that had suddenly transformed into slight pain.

“That's it... voice what you feel but resist, it's necessary for us to continue,” Nakateq whispered sweetly into the other male's ear, who seemed to be squirming to avoid fighting what was happening.

“I-I think it feels better already...” replied Jagger, panting as he held onto the wolf's shoulders, squeezing him with both hands.

“Just a little more, you're still too tight,” the shaman assured before kissing the young man's forehead, who really seemed to be straining.

When the lupine's two thick fingers came to sink to the knuckles, the dog's anus throbbed and sucked, already more dilated by the invading appendages, which had given him a hard fight before conquering him and forcing him to surrender, at the mercy of the big male who was about to claim his virginal territory.

“Uuh... Nakateq,” moaned Jagger, resting his head on the other canine's chest.

“Do you want to continue?” asked the wolf.

The German shepherd nodded and immediately the lupine pulled his fingers out of the dog's hole and kissed him on the mouth again, imposing his thick lupine tongue on Jagger's again. Then the shaman released the young canine and, aided by his size, gently pushed him to the ground and then settled him on all fours.

Nakateq walked over to a small shelf to pick up a little glass flask containing a green, gelatinous liquid and returned to the stranger, kneeling behind the young dog.

“The good news is that I have prepared an aloe vera ointment that works very well as a lubricant,” explained the wolf.

“T-Thank you...” replied the young canine.

The shaman paused to observe Jagger's butt which, while considerably more dilated than at the start, still looked quite tight. Nakateq squealed and opened the flask of lubricant, he knew that the young stranger was about to have a hard time just like all the males he had previously been intimate with. So, taking a good amount of the gelatinous liquid, he slipped it into the dog's anus and then soaked his own penis, which remained hard and in great need of penetrating a female.

Feeling the wet sensation, which now occupied his loins and slowly seeped outward, the stranger straightened his back and took a deep breath. Jagger knew he was about to occupy the place where his ex-girlfriends had been, underneath a male, waiting to be penetrated by a long red rocket that had a thick base that was supposed to go in, swell and make them both get tied up for quite a while.

“Okay, take a deep breath and try to relax,” Nakateq said, resting the tip of his cock at the dog's entrance.

Jagger nodded, though his whole back bristled as he felt the dripping tip touch his anus. The young canine was nervous, but slowly eased up as he realized that the size was no big deal and even the contact with that warm flesh was coming to feel pleasurable.

Seeing that the German shepherd was now ready, the shaman began to thrust, applying pressure until the thickness of his canine cock began to spread open the other male's small anus.

Jagger's expression changed abruptly as he felt the fat part of the wolf's cock, from a calmness akin to being massaged to opening his eyes wide, gritting his teeth and letting out a squeal. The burning he felt in his ass and the impossibility of looking back made the poor canine think he was being hit with a siege ram that, one way or another, would end up ruining him.

When the dog began to yelp, Nakateq lay on top of him, hugging him from behind to hold him down as he continued to penetrate him, imposing his slightly larger body to keep him still while what needed to happen happened.

“F-Fuck! It hurts!” cried the young canine.

“I know, hold on a little longer,” whispered the shaman and gave the other male a kiss on the back.

As the lupine's penis advanced, the dog's anus opened like a swollen flower of flesh, until the shaman's knot roughly kissed that newly defiled hole. The base of the wolf's cock had already acquired considerable size though not yet in its full splendor, Nakateq knew he was running out of time if he wanted to follow the tradition of the ritual and become naturally bound with his mate.

“You're going to have to help me, young man. Use your hands to spread your buttocks apart, I need your ass as wide open as possible,” the shaman explained, not stopping the slow movement of his hips, barely pulling half the length of his manhood in and out.

“What, are you going to... ?” moaned the German shepherd, his ears down in submission.

“Yeah, you know what's next, we're the same species,” said the wolf in a mocking tone.

Jagger swallowed saliva and brought his hands back, grabbing his buttocks and pulling them until he gave the other male the perfect space to push against him. At that moment, the dog felt a sharp pressure followed by a sharp pain that made him yelp, gnash his teeth and hit the ground.

“That's it!” growled the shaman as he managed to get his knot in, just in time before it swelled too much to enter his female.

The discomfort Jagger felt was something new and unbearable, going so far as to make him squirm, straighten his back only to arch it, raise his head pointing his muzzle towards the ceiling, look to the side trying to claim the lupine with his gaze.

Nakateq's knot of flesh began to swell until it fulfilled its natural purpose, forcing the wolf to slow his thrusting rhythm to transform it into a limited hip movement, stimulating his manhood as much as possible to keep pumping his abundant precum into his lover's bowels.

“Fuck!” cried the dog, clawing at the floor.

The shaman took advantage of the young male's open hand to grab it with his own and hold it, offering the typical, intimate display of affection of two lovers in the middle of the act of their bodies' enjoyment.

“I know... enjoy it, accept everything you are feeling, I will soon fill your stomach,” Nakateq whispered tenderly into the lupine's ear.

Jagger's watering eyes closed as did his muzzle. The huge male on top of him felt so good and yet hurt so much, it seemed a fitting sacrifice to achieve a secret pleasure he had never come close to.

Nakateq's grip strengthened, as if his life depended on keeping the other canine under his dominance. A growing sensation of pleasure moved from his belly to his cock, making it throb until it reached the tip of that fleshy spear to begin shooting its rich, hot sperm.

Jagger opened his eyes again as he felt the other male lay on his back and began to fill him with the abundant, thick liquid that seemed to swell his stomach by its sheer volume. The dog's legs shook as he panted in agitation, resisting the powerful wolf's treatment as saliva ran down the sides of his muzzle.

The shaman used his strength to flip the German shepherd over so they lay on the ground, hugging each other on their sides, clutching his mistress's belly with the same affection with which he would clutch the belly of a freshly impregnated female.

As they lay on their sides, the dog's arm dangled down and accidentally made contact with his penis, still outside its sheath, wet and sticky. Jagger stroked his crotch, smearing his hand with plenty of male milk that was not the same one occupying his bowels.

Several minutes later, Nakateq realized that his knot had deflated enough that he could free himself, which he did instantly, producing an obscene and loud plop, disengaging his penis from the other male's anus, followed by a torrent of semen that quickly pooled on the floor.

“You've paid, I hope it was pleasurable,” the shaman said quietly, wiping his flaccid member against the dog's leg.

Hearing this, Jagger slowly stood up, even with the warm wolf juice dripping from his hole that burned from the great exertion he had had to endure. The young canine's legs were shaking and his body was beginning to feel the chill of the long time without clothes and the closeness of another warm body. In the German Shepherd's mind, all the concepts he had learned so far were spinning like a whirlwind, questioning what he thought he was and needed.

“Thank you... “ Jagger muttered, not looking at the wolf, as he slowly dressed.

The other canine, having already complied with the Ma'ii wishes, put his loincloth back on, grabbed a dry branch that he lit with one of the braziers and lay down on his back among a pile of furs, bringing the lit branch to his muzzle to smoke it.

“It was a pleasure... Now, if you don't mind, I'll try to sleep before the next customer comes... Ma'ii told me I have about two hours,” the shaman explained, closing his eyes and trying to relax.

Giving one last look at the male who had taken his anal virginity, now lying on the floor, somewhat drugged, half asleep, and with some paint stains on his fur, produced a certain attraction in the dog. Jagger shook his head, put on his leather jacket and left the cabin.

Still a couple of hours before dawn, the darkness of night and a gentle cool breeze embraced Jagger once again. There was no longer any sight of that menacing spectral creature, although, after the intimate experience he had had, the German shepherd would possibly ignore even a ghostly beast swooping down and biting his face.

The canine's heavy footsteps carried him to his motorcycle and, as he mounted it, he felt an uncomfortable searing pain in his ass that confirmed to him that everything he had experienced had been real. With a kick, Jagger started the engine and accelerated, moving down the dirt road out of the reserve and back onto the road.

A few miles down the road, the dog stopped at a small trucker's bar for a bite to eat before continuing on his way. Upon entering, Jagger sat at the bar and ordered a hamburger with a tray of fries, which soon arrived.

As the German shepherd devoured his meal, an unfamiliar hand brought a mug of beer over to him, catching the young canine's attention as he averted his gaze to meet the one who was graciously offering him a drink, finding a coyote, dressed in similar attire to the one he was wearing.

“Have a drink, friend. You look like you've died and been reborn in the same night,” the stranger said in a friendly tone.

Jagger accepted the tankard and took a swig, consuming almost half of its contents, then smiled and thanked the other canine with a gesture.

“Actually, that's exactly what happened. I tried something new, radical and now I'm a different male,” the dog explained.

“How different?” asked the coyote, grinning.

“Different enough to suck your dick after I finish this burger,” replied the young German shepherd, baring his teeth as he grinned.

Coyote's eyes widened, surprised to hear such a direct response, but he immediately let out a laugh and smiled back before asking again, “If I pay you for another beer, will you give me your ass?”

Jagger swallowed the mouthful he was chewing and shook hands with the canine stranger, “ Deal!”
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