(Part II of a series)

After a fitful night of sleep, Storm arrived back at the office a little late. He wasn’t concerned, however — even if his new title meant nothing, the fact that he’d been working his tail off for this office damn near his entire career had to count for something. The morning sun’s gentle rays were becoming the noon sun’s harsh ones, and the fox-wolf hybrid paused for a moment to let the warmth seep into his fur. 
When was the last time he had done that? When was the last time he had just stopped to enjoy the weather outside instead of rushing to his station, and on a day he was late, no less? All that worry about being seen as reliable, being seen as a perfect worker and an even better wizard, all of it was moot now that Arti had taken the spot from him. For once, he could finally relax. For once, he could finally be himself.
	That realization was equal parts freeing and infuriating for Storm. And with that, he forced himself to go in.
	His mind wandered as he made his way through the halls, footfalls echoing at a slower pace than usual. There was some half-remembered dream on his mind, something about a mindscape, but mostly he was reconsidering his path forward. Would retirement really be so bad? 
	‘Hey, how’s that bruised ego holding up?’ Someone jeered as Storm passed by. The fox just nodded and mumbled a non-reply, too caught up in his thoughts. It wouldn’t be actual retirement, of course, just spending his twilight years helping to guide the Grand Wizard in his duties, shape the young man’s future.
	The hybrid continued down the hall like that, ignoring all the jeers and easy jokes at his expensive, much to the dismay of everyone making them. Yes, burying the hatchet, accepting his role and keeping a small candle lit for future possibilities sounded wonderful, relaxing in the light of the day… but a part of him, foreign and new, kept tugging on his heart strings. You deserved that position, it insisted. You can still have it! You need to keep going. You will never give up on your due!
	By the time Storm reached his office, he had come no closer to a decision on how to proceed. Every part of him that was rational and calm said to accept his new lot in life and be content, and had he reasoned this out days before, he might have done so. But something dark in him kept the question raised, Why not take what is yours?
	The dark thoughts refused to leave him, but they abated as he approached his desk, only to find someone bent over next to his chair. Storm’s eyes subconsciously gravitated towards the person’s ass, and the sight stopped him in his tracks. 
	Dayum. Whoever it was bending over, they were sure as hell gifted, because that ass was thick. Each cheek was plump and perfectly round, jutting several inches out from their body like a shelf. Each time the person shifted a bit they quivered, yet there was a certain firmness to them that told Storm that there was a fair amount of muscle under those plush cheeks as well. There was no plastic there; every pound was pure natural meat, no doubt. 
The fabric of the robes rode up the person’s crack, leaving nothing to the imagination — Storm could tell that whoever it was wore no underwear that day because of the dimpled shape of fabric clinging to their asshole, and that they were male due to the way it accentuated that smooth taint and dainty pair of balls. The faint jade coloring and soft silk of the fabric only served to further accent the boy’s ample rear.
	And those hips! The shape of that massive ass was already beyond belief, as large as it was, but those goddamn child-rearing hips were like the icing on the cake. They were ridiculously feminine, something that didn’t seem possible, and yet here they were, attached to someone that was very, very obviously male. Those hips tapered down into thick, soft thighs, completing the bottom-heavy femboy look with flourish.
	Images of that ass nude filled Storm’s mind and tented his cock. Visions of him tearing off that silky robe, right there with everyone around, and burying his nose deeeeep inside that crack, huffing the sweat, lapping that taint, just worshipping and—
	Storm hissed a bit as he caught that train of thought before it went off the rails. What the fuck was wrong with him today? Something seemed off, his thoughts weren’t right… and here he was, openly gawking at some guy’s ass with an obvious tent because of it.
	Wait. Obvious tent? Storm quickly glanced around, happy to see no one looking, and shoved his paw down his pants to adjust his soldier and tuck it into his belt. Whatever was wrong with him would pass; perhaps it was a midlife crisis going on. Regardless, he would simply have to deal with it for the day and figure out if there was a spell that could help his darker urges later that night.
	For now, back to business as usual. He shook his head, clearing it, and placed his paw on the guy’s lower back, bending down a bit. “Can I help ya, bud?” he asked. “I can grab whatever you’re looking for, I’m sure.”
	At least, that’s what he’d meant to do, that’s what Storm would normally do in a situation like this. Instead, something went screwy as his paw came down, and instead he rested his paw squarely on the guy’s upper ass, grinned and said, “You’d better be glad dropping somethin’ here isn’t like droppin’ the soap in prison, havin’ an ass like that. Better find whatsit soon, or I won’t be liable for what happens next.”
	As soon as the words left his mouth he let out an audible gasp, turning bright red, and seemingly every face in the office swung towards him as if on a swivel. The guy squealed and jolted upright. He whirled around with indignation, his soft features quickly revealing himself to be the Grand Wizard himself. Whatever choice words Arti had for him were drowned in the pounding laughter pouring out from the rest of the office, and the young fox rushed into his office.
	Storm was left there alone and with a still-obvious tent in his pants, beet red and withering under the firm weight of his co-worker’s mocking laughter. His tail tucked in, his ears pressed flat against his head, and he slumped into his seat, staring out at nothing in particular. 
The thought had occurred to him to try and defend himself, but how would he? There was no denying what he had done was inappropriate to the extreme, and he was lucky to not have been fired on the spot. He suspected only his long tenure with the office had saved him, that and the Grand Wizard’s lack of experience in dealing with these things; were he any other person working anywhere else, he’d be standing in the unemployment line before the end of the day.
Even if it were okay, it certainly wasn’t okay to do it to the Grand Wizard. It was true he hadn’t recognized him on account of how goddamn huge his ass had suddenly become, but that was hardly an argument, and—
Wait. 
Since when was Arti’s ass that gigantic? Storm clearly recalled his gaze dwelling on it the day before and while it was plump, it wasn’t that unrealistically huge. There was the possibility the little fox had gotten plastic surgery, but those buns were plainly all natural, and even the best doctors couldn’t do anything like that to those hips. And wouldn’t he have had to recover from it? Besides, if it were brand new and out of nowhere, the office would be buzzing with gossip about the suddenly slutty Grand Wizard Arti, yet no one was even talking about it. So how in the world could..?
The Mindscape.
As soon as the words popped into his mind, Storm wanted to wave it away as a stupid dream, but he knew it immediately to be true. He really had gone into the Mindscape the night before, and he’d somehow fucked it up so Arti so bottom heavy that it was a wonder he could stand up. Logic dictated that it shouldn’t be possible for reality to change like that, but reality had, and in any case, logic had very little to do with magic.
	So… the Mindscape was real, and it could change reality. Everyone accepted this reality as having always existed, yet he, the person who made the changes, remembered reality as it was beforehand.
A cruel joy grew in his heart, and those dark thoughts began again, dark and twisted. Fuck settling in; revenge was back on the menu, and after he figured out exactly how far he could push it, Arti was going down. All he needed to do was find a way to access the Mindscape again, and the future was his to mold. Nothing would stop him.
“Hey, Storm?” Arti called from the office. “Come in here. I want to talk to you.”
The office burst out laughing again, and Storm imagined he must have looked like a guilty criminal walking into court to them as he entered the office. And maybe he really was going in to be judged and condemned; but no matter what happened, Storm knew without a doubt he would come out on top.

	“Do you know why I called you here?” Even though Arti’s voice sounded small as it echoed throughout the room, Storm still flinched at it. Knowledge of the mindscape or not, it was always terrifying to stand in front of your boss when you’ve done something wrong.
	“Uh… yeah, I do,” Storm murmured. To his confusion, Arti looked relieved.
	“Oh thank god… so the council alerted you already? Good, I told them that as my Assistant, you were to be alerted every time…” 
	Whatever else Arti said went in one ear and out the other, once Storm realized that they were talking about two different things. Did Arti really not think much of what Storm had done out there? He’d acted offended enough, chewing him out in front of everyone, but perhaps it was to save face. 
Was it because of the changes he’d done in the Mindscape? Perhaps in a reality where Arti had such a massive ass, the young wizard would have developed a certain toleration to such advances, or maybe he was simply used to it. Then again, any reality in which Arti had such a huge ass would be one where he’d fallen to his baser lusts, the older hybrid suspected. No way he’d get so high as to be the Grand Wizard.
	Maybe it was pointless to speculate how the Mindscape worked, anyways, not with his limited amount of time spent with it. The fact that it did at all still blew Storm’s mind, and he wasn’t going to waste his time on cold scientific pondering when the awe was still fresh. 
	The possibilities filled his mind, all that he could do. What were the limits of the mindscape, and what could he do with it? How extreme could it go? Had he made this discovery days earlier, his thoughts might be filled with more altruistic applications - ending violence, tweaking things so what he might consider ‘moral’ would be the default, or hell, he might have experimented to see if he could manipulate non-sentient minds, change livestock so they produced more food or something. Instead, all he could see was visions of his cock — substantially larger, of course, and not hidden by his small belly — plunging deep into Arti’s greedy, selfish little maw, or ploughing his young asshole into oblivion. 
	Of course, Storm knew that he wasn’t acting right. He knew that he should be thinking of the betterment of all sapient life, he should be, if not aiding the Grand Wizard in his job, at the very least using the power he’d gained for himself to do something great for others. He knew it, and the fact that he wasn’t just made it all the more pleasurable.
	“...Storm. Storm, are you listening?”
	“What? Oh uh, yeah, sorry.” Storm flushed a bit, caught daydreaming in the middle of Arti’s ramblings. If only the boy knew what had been going through his mind. “It was a late night, you know, didn’t sleep well.”
	The furrowed features on the Grand Wizard’s face softened into a smile. “Yeah, I bet. You know,” he confided, “I’ve had the same problem. It’s just so much responsibility to put on one person. I can’t sleep at night, worried I’ll, I dunno, screw something up.” 
	A real Grand Wizard wouldn’t have any worries at all. A true Grand Wizard is confident. That was what Storm wanted to say. Of course, he didn’t. Instead he put on a small smile. “That’s what you got me for, isn’t it?” he asked.
	The question hung in the air longer than comfortable. Finally Arti smiled. “Anyways,” he said, “I’d like to pick your brain a little about what Councilman Drack had to say about the unrest, but…” he trailed off as his eyes drifted to the ancient grandfather clock in the corner. “...but it seems I have an appointment coming up in town. I’ll have to go, hold down the fort for me, will you?”
	Storm nodded as Arti shot to his feet, detouring only to grab a light jacket to put on over his robes before grabbing the door handle. As he opened it, the sound of laughter and chattering filtered into the office. It didn’t take a genius to realize it was about Storm’s faux pas. “And uh… go ahead and use my office to work while I’m gone, alright? Seems things are a little excited out there.”
	Excited was a light way to put it, but before Storm could form some quip, Arti was gone and the door was closed.
	In a normal situation, he might have thought Arti nice, generous even for allowing him to use his office. Though he was the Grand Wizard’s Assistant, theoretically second only to him, it was still a risk to let someone else have access to the room while he was gone. In a normal situation, he would have respected that trust and done nothing wrong.
	But this was not a normal situation. Storm grinned, and the second he was sure the Grand Wizard wouldn’t be back, he sat down on his chair, closed his eyes and traced the runes again, willing himself back into that fantastical plane of existence, where all his dreams might come true. 
	And when his eyes opened, he was there. Storm had once again entered the Mindscape. 
	The Mindscape said something to him in that strange voice, but Storm ignored it out of hand, instead rushing to Arti’s mind. It wasn’t hard to find with the Mindscape’s help, and before long it stood in front of him, same as it was the day before.
	Or… almost the same. Instead of the brilliant pearl white it was when he first saw it, the surface of Arti’s mind had some sort of greenish hue, similar in color to the jade robe the Grand Wizard was wearing that day. The perfect roundness was gone too, the globe having sagged into a somewhat misshapen lump. Neither of these things would have been noticeable under normal circumstances, but in a sea of perfectly white spheres, they stuck out like a wolf herding a flock of sheep. 
	“Here we go,” he murmured to himself as he leaned down, running his paws against the flank of it. “Seems my influence was good to you… or, it definitely changed you anyways.” Storm could guess that the changes were a visual way to represent how far a particular mind had been warped. No doubt the more serious the changes, the more the sphere would change. How far could it change, though, before it was ruined beyond repair? 
	He aimed to find out. With that thought, Storm closed his eyes and entered Arti’s mind. In moments he melded with the young fox’s very being, immersing himself in Arti’s essence and, in a way, becoming him. If Storm chose, he could see all that Arti saw at that moment, feel what he felt and smell what he smelt. 
The young fox was approaching a marbled tower which people were frantically fleeing; Storm should have been concerned, but once he realized he couldn’t assume direct control of Arti’s body, he let it be. What good is having access to this if I can’t use it? 
Or perhaps I can’t use it yet, he reminded himself, and started to explore other aspects of Arti’s mind. The easy way to ruin Arti and make Storm the Grand Wizard was out of the question if he couldn’t assume direct control of the fox’s body, and making any changes to his body would mean nothing: it seemed clear to the hybrid that reality adapted to any physical changes made to a person, keeping the timeline as close to normal as possible without making any significant changes to anyone else. Giving Arti a slutty, humiliating makeover would do absolutely nothing as far as getting Storm that position went.
	If physical changes weren’t useful… perhaps Storm could make some changes directed to reality itself. There must be a way to access reality as a whole, but Storm didn’t know it yet, and he didn’t think he’d have the time to figure it out before he had to leave. But, if altering Arti’s body made reality change so people thought it had always been that way, perhaps making a change to what Arti thought would warp reality so that those thoughts made sense.
	And with that, he set to work. The possibilities in front of him were endless, and he considered several. One such thought was to do something small, such as making it so Arti called Storm ‘daddy’, and he had always done so. Storm was certain he could make the fox do it, and even make him think it was normal, but if the office reacted as if it were new, he would know that an individual’s ability to change reality was limited. 
	Doing something small would be the smart thing, the prudent thing. The scientist deep inside Storm wanted to do it that way to be certain how one change made another, and the sensible wizard in him knew that magic was unpredictable, and so baby steps would be the safest way. But that new part of Storm, the part hell-bent on destroying Arti and satisfying a growing, raging lust deep inside him wanted, needed more. And so Storm closed his eyes, and he began to tweak Arti into a more perfect being… and hopefully, reality as well.

	Assistant to the Grand Wizard was always a position in the ministry, and an important one at that. The Grand Wizard is undoubtedly someone of pure mind and body, but exposure to such power means a greater risk of corruption. Hubris resulting from the overabundance of power would be quite damning, so it is vital that the Grand Wizard be checked in his place.

It is for this reason that the Grand Wizard's Assistant, barring Grand Wizard specific duties, exerts complete control over he who holds the position of Grand Wizard, so that they may know that despite their power, they are by no means above any other creature on this earth.

The Grand Wizard must abide by these rules, and by extension anything exacted upon them by their Assistant, lest they face unspeakable horrors and damning punishments the likes that no one can ever remotely fathom.

	There. Storm opened his eyes and drew himself out of Arti, settling back into his own body with a satisfied grin. If this works, the entire office will treat me like I have real power, because in this reality, I do… and if it doesn’t change reality, well… at least I’ll get Arti as a terrified subservient bitch while I figure out what to do. 
Judging by the way Arti’s mindsphere was pulsating and swirling with different colors, the changes were at least taking place in the Grand Wizard’s mind. Storm was ensured an obedient young little fox… who would never disobey any command given him. 
There was only one short thing to do. With a grin, he willed himself to find his own mindsphere, and once he found it, he plunged himself in with little consideration. Had he paused, he might have noticed that his orb, too, was slightly discolored, slightly misshapen from the feedback loop of corrupting feelings that was fed to it the night before. Instead, he noticed nothing, and as he began to give himself the cock of his dreams, the residual anger and rage inside him fed into his mind more, warping it and corrupting it. Some of his better attributes melted away, like his patience or his gentle nature, and slowly they were replaced with their polar opposites. By the time Storm was satisfied with his newly improved cock, a great deal of his restraint had been wasted away, dissolved into the void forever. 

	It was a long wait for Arti to get back from his meetings in the city, and to tell the truth, Storm was getting pretty impatient sitting there doing nothing in the meantime. He knew that there was no reason Arti would have been back in the office earlier in this potential new reality they were in, but he had envisioned the Grand Wizard coming in moments after Storm woke up, and immediately they would get to fucking. 
	Alas, that was not meant to be; by the time Arti finally made it in, grumbling under his breath, it was nearly nighttime. Storm had dozed off in the more comfortable guest chair, and only woke up as the young fox slammed the door.
	“Can you believe their gall, Storm?” Arti groused as he shrugged off his jacket. After tossing it across his chair, he stepped in front of the window and looked outside at the sunset. It seemed to calm him a little, but only a little. “I understand they’re antsy, but Drack has no right to…”
	As before, Storm tuned Arti out as he blathered on about some important event or another. Whatever it was didn’t matter to him - all that mattered was how these next few minutes went. He waited for a slight pause in Arti’s rant before making his move.
	“...you know, I have some, uh… ‘pressing matters’ to attend to, myself,” Storm growled in Arti’s ear. 
	Arti stiffened, and for a terrifying moment, Storm wondered if he’d even managed to change the young fox’s mind at all. What if it only took the first time, or once Arti did the proper ritual, the hybrid’s powers in the Mindscape had been weakened? If that was the case, he might have fucked up, bad.
	“S-So… so that was you in the office,” Arti finally muttered. “I knew that, like… theoretically you could do something like this but… but I didn’t think you would, especially so soon.”
	Storm couldn’t help but burst out in a wide grin as his cock twitched in his pants. His much, much thicker cock, he noted with pride. “I wasn’t going to,” he said, “but after seeing such a massive ass, how could I resist?”
	Arti’s groan told Storm that it was a line he’d heard more than enough times already. “They warned me you were like this.”
	That caused Storm to pause. The Council had warned Arti about him? That meant in this reality, Storm was known to be a perv. Just as he was beginning to think that didn’t feel right, he physically felt his memories readjust, and in moments, he shrugged the comment off. Why wouldn’t they warn him? Everyone knew Storm was always chasing tail. 
	“Well,” he purred, “did they warn you about my size?”
	“...n-no.” Arti’s voice was small. “P-Please don’t.”
	Just the power he had over the runt sent chills down Storm’s spine, and he wasted no time in disrobing. As his pants and underwear dropped to his knees, his shaft popped out, and the hybrid for a moment couldn’t believe that what he was staring at was his. Nearly a foot of thick, red dog cock throbbed out in front of him, pre dribbling out the tip like he was pissing. Veins snaked around it from the base to the tip, and his knot was wider than two fists put together. It was a verified ass-wrecker, and as he stared, memories of him absolutely shredding hole after hole burst into his mind.
	Fuck, this was a reality worth living in. Storm massaged the base, causing a thick dollop of pre to dribble out. It fell with a plop on the small of Arti’s back, soaking into his thin, expensive robes and making the young fox shudder. His noises brought Storm back to reality, and he let his heavy shaft slap down onto his new fucktoy’s back.
	“You know,” he growled, “I’ve been waiting here for hours. Been waiting for you to get back so I could give you a proper greeting, and you kept me waiting. I’m gonna make you pay for that.”
	“B-But Storm,” Arti whimpered, “t-the meeting took so long, I couldn’t help it! They kept arguing, and—”
	“Shut the fuck up!” Storm snarled out, and Arti yelped, shrinking back into himself a bit. “The only goddamn reason they took so long is because they kept getting distracted by your fucking ass!” He waited for a response, but Arti had nothing to say; he was terrified it was true. 
The hybrid continued. “You know, I bet you could have made them shut the hell up and listen to you if you had some goddamn authority. If they took you seriously they would have listened to you when you tried to speak, but I bet they kept talking right over you, didn’t they?” The way Arti stiffened, Storm would have bet he hit a nerve. He pressed on, lining up his cock with Arti’s hole - only the thin emerald fabric of Arti’s robe kept his shaft from plunging in right there. “They would take you seriously, too… they would if it weren’t for your oversize, gutterslut ass!”
Arti let out a cry of indignation, and Storm chose that moment to plunge in, tearing through the fragile green of Arti’s robes to slam deep into the Grand Wizard’s warm ass. Both of them let out a moan of pleasure, though in Arti’s case it was mixed with pain, and without waiting for his toy to adjust, Storm started up a fast-paced rhythm as he forced his way deeper and deeper into Arti’s hole. Fabric packed into the Grand Wizard’s hole with each thrust, its passage aided by the soft surface of the silk. 
	“F-Fuck!” Arti screamed out, well aware that anyone still in the office could hear him. He sounded more like a porn star than he’d have liked to admit. The fox held onto the window sill for balance, praying to the gods that no one outside was looking up at the building that particular moment. “S-Storm please, p-please stop, I can’t take it!”
	Even in Storm’s memories, he’d stopped when his partners had begged him to, because even past Storm couldn’t make someone hurt. But this Storm, corrupted as he was by his own need for revenge, relished the horror and pain in Arti’s voice the same way he relished the way he’d put down the slut just moments before, attacking his confidence and self-worth. Bullying Arti was a thrill equal to fucking him, and that was saying something.
	“Whores like you don’t deserve working holes,” Storm managed to grunt between thrusts. “Whores like you don’t wear underwear so your superiors can fuck you better, and if you didn’t wanna get ruined, you’d stop going fuckin commando!” 
	Arti’s poor hole struggled to take the massive rod fed to it. Each time the young fox thought he felt Storm bottoming out in him, the older folf managed to slam it half an inch deeper the next thrust, bringing new worlds of pain and pleasure to the forefront of Arti’s mind. Both rings of muscle in his hole were torn and shattered, weakly struggling to grip the hybrid’s slick red shaft, but the sheer girth to it meant his outer ring dragged out along with Storm’s thrust. Every movement threatened to pull more of Arti’s insides out, and though he hadn’t yet, the fox was sure he was going to prolapse any second.
	He felt Storm’s rough hands hike up what was left of his robe and reach around to his crotch, groping at his balls and probing at his sheath. What the hybrid found there set Arti’s face ablaze with shameful blushing.
	“Holy fuckin shit, you’re hard!” Storm crowed, starting to jack off his new fleshlight. “I thought you were really hurting but goddamn, you’re rock hard!”
	Arti hadn’t noticed it before, but it was true - the young fox was hard as he’d been in his life. His shaft was about seven inches, which was respectable in most cases but dwarfed by Storm’s own monster, and it drooled pre like there was no tomorrow. The Grand Wizard tried to dismiss it by blaming it on the way Storm’s knot was blasting his prostate, or the pressure of that massive shaft had forced blood into his cock, but he knew the truth; as much as his face burned, as much as his insides felt like they were getting fucked by a plunger, Arti was turned on by getting raped in his own office.
	Things didn’t last longer than that. The young fox’s hole got its second wind and struggled to push out the oversized invader, and the extra sensation finally pushed Storm over the edge. His grunts grew louder, his thrusts became sloppier, his grip became tighter and as climax finally burst he threw his head back and let out a howl, eyes wild as his balls pumped pints of thick, warm cum deep into Arti’s bowels. Any wolf in a two mile radius would know that some lucky stud was claiming his territory - none of them would know that the territory claimed was the Grand Wizard himself.
	The two stayed that way for a little way, panting and sweating. A warm ooze dribbled down the young fox’s legs, and at first Arti thought that his hole was leaking wolf cum. That would have made sense, given the destroyed status of his sphincter, but the truth was much worse; Arti had came purely from the sensation of boiling cum pounding against his prostate. 
	Storm pulled out with a wet slurp, noting with pleasure that Arti’s hole didn’t shrink back in the slightest after it had been emptied. “There we go, bitch,” he said as he used the hem of Arti’s robe to mop the slop off his cock, “now we’re better acquainted. Better get ready, ‘Grand Wizard’; as long as I’m here, you’re going to be my fucktoy, and since there’s no way you’re getting rid of me… you’d better figure out what to do with that hole of yours. Cuz there’s no way in hell I’m letting that thing ever close again.”
	With a swagger to his step that he hadn’t had since he was a cocky college jock, Storm zipped up his pants and strolled on home, whistling a happy tune as he went. 
	Arti, the Grand Wizard of All the Realms, the youngest to ever hold the title, the most promising Grand Wizard in a hundred years, sank to the floor and curled up in a thick pile of wolf and fox cum. His tattered green robe did nothing to protect him from the chill of the night, and his eyes slowly closed. Pure exhaustion overtook him, and he passed out on the floor of his office, his body shivering and his hole gaping. Wolf seed leaked out onto the floor as he lay there, trying not to sob.