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Scythian Nights Ch. 00

By: The_Darkness



**This story is inspired by Joe Brolly's Genie Chronicles. I have never done a spin-off series from another author in my life, but I felt his work was so well done that I simply had to. Take the time to read it when you can, and take the time to read another spin off series A Beautiful Wish by 800lbGorilla. 

*

This story is a divulgence from my normal faire. In order to set it up, there is no sex in it, so if you're one of my regular readers your either in for a treat or a shock or a let-down. Either way, here it is.**

It was just another day. That thought echoed loudly in Doris's head. "Just. Another. Day." Her eyes peeled themselves open and she waited for the image to come to focus in the mirror. The eyes looking back at her were red and haggard, sunk in and rimmed with dark circles. The cheekbones protruded and the former attractiveness that she had never noticed was long gone. The only thing that remained were the freckles, those damn, disgusting freckles, and her unkempt, oily red hair. 

She began to cry. She didn't even feel herself fall, but the next thing she realized was the cold porcelain of the tub against her bare back while the small tiles of the bathroom floor were equally as cold against her bare legs, and her eyes were deluging her hands with tears. Doris didn't know why she was crying, so she cried even harder in rage and confusion and hopelessness. "Another fucking day," she huffed, her words punctuated by sobbing gasps for breath, her tears stopping long enough for her to breathe deeply. She felt her body slump down even further on the bathroom floor, her bones jabbing into the tile, making her skin feel unfamiliar. "Just like the last day, or the 10 before it, or the 100 before it." To Doris's mind, it might as well have been a million. She had long since known or cared what day it was.

She came to sometime later and was vaguely aware that she was walking through her Grandmother's house, through her house. There were so many happy memories attached to the antiques and treasures her Grandma had scavenged in her trips, so many rose colored memories. All those golden days and carefree times faded from gold and pink to sepia and eventually to black. That was a different time, a different Doris. She felt the hot sting of tears on her cheeks again, then the drip on her bare breast, barely perceptive of the wet heat as it rolled past her areola and further down her body as the tears rained down again and she collapsed in the hallway, sobbing heavily. She could remember being happy. She could remember that normal people are happy, but Doris MacAlbee could never remember from a day in her life what happiness felt like.

She became aware of the fact that she needed to use the bathroom and she still hadn't yet today. Her unwillingness to shit on the floor rose very slightly above her unwillingness to do anything at all, let alone move. She pulled herself along the floor, her hip bouncing into the only book case in the house that was not part recessed into the wall. Pain lanced through her atrophied body and she heard the dull thud of something hitting the floor in front of her. The object was near her head, close enough it could have hit her, close enough to wish it had. Doris noticed as she made it the last few feet into the bathroom that it had found itself into her hand, and mysteriously staying there, it made dragging her weight up the sink very difficult.

By the time she had sat on the toilet and felt herself start to empty, she heard something but was not sure exactly what it was. Her heart jumped in her chest, her tears seeming to freeze. The fine hairs on her body stood up on end, her skin alive with tension and fear. The soft noise came again, and the soft, echoing sound of a giggle bounced around the room. It left, but the pulse thundering in Doris's ears may have drowned it out. It disappeared and Doris's pulse slowly returned to normal. She was getting ready to try to get up when something moved in the hall way, something short, something shadowy, like a child playing hide and seek. Ice gripped Doris's heart and panic filled her senses. She stood to slam the door shut, but her diminished legs could not support the sudden movement. 

She crashed into the door instead, slamming it shut with her entire body weight pressed against it. The bouncing echo of the ghostly giggle filled the room again and Doris was aware that she was screaming. She felt air where she was vaguely aware that something just filled. She heard it hit the floor, sounding like metallic thunder in the small room.

Then there was silence.

Only the sounds of water trickling on to the floor tiles and her own rattling sobbing screams sounded in Doris's ears over her own thundering pulse. Her trembling legs could no longer support her and she slowly slid down the door, her body still pressing it shut. Then she heard the air fill with the sounds of wretched sobbing and Doris knew that it was coming from her. Her body heaved and wracked, but she couldn't stop crying, and she couldn't make herself move, but parts of her seemed to be twitching and moving by themselves; her feet, her legs, her fingers, all moving by the commands of a mind that did not belong to Doris. She felt her hand close around something and foggily remembered bringing something in to the bathroom with her and then she heard it again, that bouncing echo of a giggle. She heard a scream join it and the object dropped from her hand, her fists balling up. The giggle stopped and there was again silence tempered by the cacophony of Doris's pulse and ragged, bawling breath.

Again, her hand went to the object, though this time with a morbid curiosity. "Maybe this will be the end," Doris heard her words echo quietly through the bathroom, each syllable huffed out between a sob, the hot tears still staining her cheeks. The childish laughter filled the room, along with a soft voice, whispering in its ghost like tones. Doris surprised herself how focused she was as she turned the object over in her hand and got the first look at it.

"A way out," she said, some of the strength returning to her voice. Her breath caught raggedly in her throat as she breathed, but the tears stopped. "All I want is an end to it all." The thing in her hand was slightly longer and a little thinner than a pop can. The ends were a dark wood, the middle was made of dials like a combination lock, but they were etched with symbols that Doris only remembered ever seeing on this item. Her fingers moved of their own accord, the cherubic whispers seeming to guide them as she spun the dials. Doris could only guess that a word was being spelled out in some archaic language, but she neither knew nor cared what it was.

After only a few seconds, there was a loud click that echoed in the small room. Doris felt her heart beat slowly, seeming to feel it seconds before she actually heard it deep and strong in her ears. The room was silent. No crying, no noise from the house, not a single squeak or chirp from a single living creature. Icy panic gripped Doris again and she threw the item away from her, hurtling it against the far wall of the bathroom, watching in terror as it landed softly on a balled up towel in front of the far corner of the bathtub. The ends popped off the artifact and a pink vapor drifted lazily out of the opened container.

"Finally," Doris sighed, expecting this pink mist to be a cloud of poison, her eyes riveted to it as it seemed to drift lazily out of the container for a second, then with a distinct purpose and speed, directly toward her. "An end to it all," she said, her voice leaving her in a breathless whisper as she closed her eyes. 

Scythian Nights Ch. 01



Chapter 01: Recovery

Doris awoke. She could not remember the last time she had slept in her bed, and she had no recollection of going to it. She could smell the scent of her lilac shampoo, something she could not remember using but she remembered having it. She remembered seeing it last night, forcing her confused brain to focus. She saw it just as the pink fog shot toward her.

Doris sat bolt up right in bed, her eyes wide with fear. Her fingers flew to her body, finding it naked, her skin felt clammy and stretched over her bones. There was a warmth, too; something she hadn't even perceived in months, but it was otherwise unchanged. She could feel her ribs under the skin of her too-skinny body, and she felt warmth in her limbs; she even managed to tickle herself slightly as her fingers slid over her flesh trying to find any trace of injury. After finding none, the need to flee diminished in her and she began to take stock of things around her.

The bed was, for the most part, made. She had obviously been sleeping in it, but the covers were tucked in, the quilt spread neatly over the top, and the pillows were in their cases. The floor was clean. The mountains of dirty clothes, books, and discarded items that had collected after the worst months of Doris's deep depression were gone; stacked neatly in their niches or having been removed completely. The parquet floor had been cleaned, the Persian rugs covering the area next to the bed and at the foot of the bed had been cleaned. 

In her peripheral vision, Doris caught an unfamiliar movement and it made her heart jump. Doris's focus shot to the source of the movement, to the corner of the room and there it was again; the long curtains of the bay window moving in the breeze. Fresh air was flowing into her room for the first time in a long, long time. It was only then that Doris noticed something else; she was not crying. For the first time since she could remember, her cheeks were not stained with tears, her eyes weren't sore. That in and of itself made the knot of panic twist in her stomach even harder, and her mind galloped trying to remember what to do in the absence of the tears.

Doris found herself wanting to get out of bed, but still afraid to do so. Her need to go use the bathroom began to overwhelm her fear, but she didn't feel safe going in there again. Still, the feelings of dread were being beaten down by curiosity and by the desire to keep her room clean, at least for a while. Doris stood on legs that she found a surprising amount of strength in and gingerly lifted a black silk robe from its place beside her vanity. She tied the sash fast and snug, moving uneasily to the bathroom, her hand finding a well-used and once-loved softball bat on the way out the door.

Moving air hit Doris like a sack of hammers, making her do a double take as she saw curtains moving lightly in the morning breeze all through the living room and off-set study. Doris became panicked beyond speech at the thought of a stranger in her house, but her darting eyes didn't see anything missing. She knew she didn't open the windows or make her bed, and that cold prickly sensation radiated from her stomach to her spine, encasing her heart as it moved through her. Doris's mind was screaming for her to shout "I've just called the cops, now get the fuck out of my house!" but her voice was unable to muster anything but a hoarse squeak. She shot into the bathroom quickly, keeping her eyes alert and her knuckles white on the handle of the bat.

The bathroom door locked with a heavy click and Doris was on the stool before she looked down and saw the thing from last night. She had time to study it now; the dark wood, the bronze dials, the strange runes. Doris searched her memory but could only remember her Grandmother mentioning the puzzle box only once, before the still-present haze of panic and depression clouded Doris's thoughts too much to remember what she had said. Doris knew the item was old though, centuries old, maybe even millennia. The wood had faint character marks in it, but the dials were polished to an almost mirror-like shine. It didn't look centuries old; to Doris's eyes, it looked like it was less than 50. Never-the-less, she couldn't remember seeing anything else even closely resembling the small puzzle box.

Doris's thoughts were interrupted by the fact that she was done going to the bathroom, and she couldn't believe she'd been staring at the object the whole time, fixated with it. It felt like only a few seconds had passed, but part of her mind told her that it had been longer. She wiped herself and grabbed her bat, not bothering to flush the toilet. Her right hand loosened and tightened on the bat, the rubber grip giving her comfort and a feeling of strength. No matter what she saw, she'd go out swinging for the fences. Doris took a deep breath, steeling herself. Her hand flew to the door knob, unlocking it and opening it with a single rapid twist and her hand went immediately back to the bat, found the bat, and both hands choked up, ready to crush the intruder and would-be rapist.

For the first time, she regretted not taking better care of the house. The bathroom door squeaked slowly open, sounding more like something out of an old horror movie than her Grandmother's home. Her attuned senses caught the sounds of what had to have been bare feet moving on the hardwood floors of the kitchen. She took a few steps and heard the heavy cast iron skillet set down on the stove, the burner knob must have turned as the sounds of the igniter sparked to light the natural gas.

Doris moved as quietly as she could through the dining room and into the kitchen, seeing just the back of someone moving. She caught a flash of a gray shirt, and it registered in her mind that who ever it was must have been almost her height. She took three steps, planted her feet and swung at what should have been the lower back of the burglar.

She stopped herself in mid swing. The burglar was cooking and the smell of bacon and eggs wafted into Doris.

"Morning, sleepy head," she said sweetly with what sounded like an Italian accent. She turned and faced Doris, and the two were identical in height. Doris noticed that this girl was about her age, too, wearing some of Doris's things. She had dazzling almond-shaped green eyes, and gorgeous red hair, tied in a loose bun. The shirt was rounded underneath by a decent body, and a pang of jealousy shot through Doris as her eyes traced the curves and she compared them to her own twiggy body. The sweat pants she wore belonged to Doris as well, and they flowed down into perfect little feet. Doris couldn't help but note that she was olive skinned, which helped to explain the accent.

"What? Who?" stammered Doris. She felt her grip loosen on the softball bat, but she didn't drop it, and it was still ready to be swung.

"Maybe over breakfast," the redhead said with a smile. Doris found herself nodding and her feet moved over to the table in the nook of the kitchen. Fresh flowers had been brought in from the garden. The tulips reminded Doris that it had been months since she'd even seen the garden. The intruder worked quickly, making two eggs for Doris exactly the way she would have asked for them. "The bacon will take longer," the intruder said and she carried the plate of eggs over to Doris, who was astonishingly finding it difficult to even formulate a thought, let alone a sentence.

"It is difficult to explain what happened," the redhead said, her accent strangely alluring. "I guess the easy way is to just say it straight out..." she started but was interrupted by Doris.

"Am I being kidnapped? What the hell kind of kidnapper makes someone breakfast after cleaning their house? Who the fuck are you?" 

"I am a Genie," she said plainly. Doris nearly speared her own cheek with her fork, the momentary shock making her miss her mouth completely.

"Bullshit," Doris said with a confident, exasperated sigh. Something clicked, something was making sense in a whole line of things that just didn't fit together. Her house was clean, the windows were opened, but for months the house has been locked from the inside, and with some damn good locks. This "Genie" got in some how, and aside from wearing a Southmoore Community College shirt and sweats, she certainly looked like she could have been what she claimed to be. Even under the loose t-shirt and the sweat pants, Doris could tell the intruder had a knock-out figure. There was that accent, too. Doris felt a tingle run through her brain, like a million tiny spiders crawling over the top and through it all at the same time.

"I am not kidding.," the girl said, her face turning into a pout. "Last night you opened my vessel."

"I did what to your what?" Doris said, the bite of egg sliding off her fork before it got to her mouth. She saw her hand shaking and she decided to put the fork down before she put her eye out. Her mind flashed to the bathroom last night; wanting to die, the giggling, the puzzle box, the pink smoke.

"Bullshit," Doris said again, this time her voice sounding less convinced even to her own ears as dots started to connect in her mind. "If you're a fucking Genie, then I get wishes, right? For setting you free?"

"Well, yes!" the intruder said happily. "But..." she said, hesitating. Her perfect white teeth parted her pink lips as she started nibbling on her lower lip.

"But what? Do I only get one or something?"

"No, it's not that. It's a good thing, too, otherwise your wish would have been used last night," she responded.

"What?" Doris demanded, her fist slamming down on the table. "What the fuck did you do to me? You didn't decide to use your 'Magic' or whatever to make my house clean, did you? You sure as hell didn't use any to cook these eggs..."

"I can only grant wishes of a..." the Genie started and Doris felt the tickling tingle roll through her head again. The intruder's face scrunched up for a second, looking like she was trying to find the right words. "Sexual nature," she said quickly.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." Doris said, her face instantly changing to a mask of fury and hatred. "I've had enough of this shit. I want you out of my house. Right the fuck now. I want you out, and I'm going to check and see if there's anything missing. If there is, so help me fucking God, I'll break your fucking knees." Doris's vision narrowed to slits and she stared down the intruder.

"Mistress," pleaded the assumed burglar.

"And stop that shit right now."

"But," she stammered.

"But nothing. You, out of my house."

"But I saved you. I saved your life. Now you don't want me? You're not going to imprison me again, are you?" the intruder said meekly, her eyes welling up with tears. Doris shook her head at this news as if it would help it sink in faster.

"You, helped me?" Doris asked with her voice dripping in confusion.

"You were sick. Had you not opened my vessel when you did, you may have died. I used my power even before I formed this body and healed your body and mind."

"But you said you only grant sexual wishes," Doris said, the anger in her face fading to a fearful loathing. "You didn't, I mean, it wasn't...you couldn't have," she started mumbling.

"Oh no, Mistress, nothing like that! I can also use protective magic to keep myself and you, my Mistress, from coming to harm. Had I not intervened last night you'd have been dead by now," the Genie said.

"I still don't believe you're a fucking Genie," Doris said, considering picking up her fork again. This was getting too weird for her, and god damnit, if she was going to dream, she was at least going to dream of eating eggs. Genies. Shit, next she'll see the Burger King walk up to her window and pass a breakfast sandwich through. Then the tingle hit her again. Not unpleasant, but definitely not soothing, either. She couldn't help but associate it with being violated.

"Well, Mistress, in point of fact, I am a fucking Genie. It's why I was created. I was intended to live my life as a sex slave for a King, long ago."

"I've been there," Doris said, her vision going hazy as she fought back memories that resurfaced all to easily. "You should be glad you got stuck in that little box and you didn't have to live that way; like a slave." She took a bite of eggs and closed her eyes hard, trying to force back memories of her youth, nightmarish visions of life before she moved in with her Grandmother.

"Well, it's what I was created for, it's what I know."

Doris shook her head again, this time to shake out the bad thoughts. "But you grant wishes?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"How many?" Doris asked plainly. Her eyes opened and she stared into the eyes of her uninvited guest.

"As many as you desire. Until the end of time," she responded with a smile. It was as if she had asked the ice cream man how many ice cream cones she could ever order. An ice cream man who loved his job more than any thing else.

"Prove it," Doris said defiantly, putting her fork down on her now-empty plate.

"What do you wish, my Mistress?" Genie said, smiling and sitting back in her chair. "Though a word of caution, you must be careful what you wish for, and the words you choose when you make your wishes." 

"What do you mean?" Doris asked, a wish already forming in her mind.

"I have been in my vessel for a very long time. I learned to speak your language by scanning your brain, like this," Genie said politely. Immediately Doris felt the tingle once more.

"You're reading my mind?" Doris said, shrinking back in the horror at what Genie may have already found.

"Begging Mistress's pardon, it's only surface thoughts, only to make sure I get the wish right. The scan I gave you last night when you freed me was to see what language you spoke and just to get a bearing on your health, nothing more, I promise," Genie said, demurely shrinking into her chair. Doris mulled the words over in her mind for a while and then nodded. 

"Genie, I wish for a bigger chest," Doris said after hesitating a few seconds. There was a growingly familiar tingle across Doris's mind and Genie frowned. 

"I am not allowed to question my Mistress, but I feel the need to caution you, your mental state right now is too erratic for me to complete your wish safely. If I may be forgiven and ask Mistress a question to clarify her wish, how big would you like them?" Genie asked, blushing. Doris sat back in her chair, the disbelief over this weird dream starting to settle back in. She sat straight up, her body language clearly conveying her disbelief and held her hands out in front of her robe, giving her a well-endowed but not ridiculously huge set for her frame. Genie nodded, smiled, Doris felt the tingle and closed her eyes involuntarily in anticipation.

Then nothing.

Doris's eyes flew open. "Ha! I knew it! You can get the fuck out of my..." she said, but she was cut off by the feeling of her silk robe contacting her palms. 'Maybe I leaned forward,' she thought, but her finger tips flexed and revealed that under the robe, her breasts were warm, firm, and her puffy nipples were very erect.

"Oh my God," Doris said in a hoarse whisper. She couldn't help but feel an electric tingle where the warmth of her fingers contacted the warmth of her engorged chest. Her eyes closed and her skin crawled as a delightful and all together unfamiliar tingle crawled up and down her spine. Doris's lower lip sucked in softly between her teeth and she bit down gently, making her heart leap amid the sensations coursing through her body. She felt the increasingly familiar tingle through her mind as her eyes slowly fluttered open to half-lidded slits and she saw Genie staring at her, smiling like a smitten school girl.

"Did you like?" Genie asked, wiggling a little in her seat.

"Wow," Doris said, the sensation fading from her body but not from her memory. She felt something deep within herself, something that she had never felt before in her entire life, and she liked it, she wanted more of it, but something in Doris's mind made her stop.

"I should apologize for the....little extra in that wish, I should not have done that, it nearly constitutes a violation of the laws," Genie said, her face turning to a half-frown from the girlish smile it was beaming mere seconds before.

"Laws?" Doris said, her senses coming back to her in full. She could feel the weight of her new breasts full inside her robe, the still-erect nipples rubbing sensuously on the silk, and she wanted to keep shifting her weight so the sliding contact kept eliciting the sensual electricity her body was generating.

"There are certain things that I can and can't do. As a Sex Genie, I am one of the most powerful Genie Servants, but the wishes have to be for things related to sex," Genie said with a sigh. 

"So I couldn't wish for the dishes to be clean unless I turned it into some kind of weird fetish trip or something?" Doris asked and her eyes involuntarily darted over to the spatula Genie had been using earlier. She felt the tingle as her eyes hit the gleaming, grease covered stainless steel. Genie giggled as the tingle passed.

"That's correct, Mistress," Genie said. 

"But anything that I can wish for that's directly related to sex is fair game, huh?" Doris asked politely. Genie nodded, the smile returning to her face. "What about something like wishing for a different hair style and color?"

"Are you unhappy with your hair, Mistress?" Genie asked, a tone of disappointment in her voice. "Things of that matter are easily done. After all, body image is important in sex, both for yourself and for those you're trying to attract." Genie quickly replied after her first statement.

"My freckles," Doris said with no hesitation whatsoever. "Get rid of them. As a matter of fact, I wish for you to get rid of all of my skin imperfections, except for these," Doris said, turning her wrists up so Genie could see the series of three-inch long, thin white scars on each wrist. "I need these to remember," Doris whispered to herself. Genie nodded and Doris felt the tingle in her mind.

"Mistress, if I may suggest we find a mirror, you may want to watch this," Genie said, her eyes sparkling. Doris nodded, still in a state of disbelief, but she got up quickly and the two girls half-chased each other into Doris's bedroom where an oval, full-length mirror awaited them. "Mistress, your robe?"

Doris untied the sash with a slow pull feeling the silk slide on her body it became loose and the robe spread open around her frame. Her eyes locked on Genie's face, noticing that Genie's eyes were drinking in her flesh as the robe slid slowly open. The look made Doris apprehensive, like a grazing sheep being stared at by a wolf as it's foaming at the mouth. Genie didn't need to use her powers to see the nervous movements of her Mistress that were bordering on paranoia.

"Mistress," Genie said, her eyes closing quickly, the perfect green orbs locked on Doris's own green eyes when she opened them. "I am not able to do anything to you that you do not want to happen, be it of a sexual nature or not. It is my duty to use any amount of power necessary to protect you when you are in eminent danger. I can never do anything intentionally to harm you mentally, either," she said, her voice very even and clear. It had a very soothing, almost melodic tone to it that Doris hadn't noticed before, and she wondered almost out loud if that tone was there all the time or if it was just to help put her at ease. Which ever the case, Doris sighed deeply and pulled her robe open, her finger tips colliding softly with her new breasts, her mind still not used to them being there. The pads of her fingers raked across her erect nipples just after the silk cleared them, that delightful shiver running down to her toes and quick as lightening to her brain. It paused only long enough in her pussy to make every muscle twitch and every nerve fire and then moved on its way.




Scythian Nights Ch. 01



The robe slid down Doris's body, puddling softly at her feet. She watched Genie's eyes rake down her body, and Doris noted that the feeling to immediately cover herself that she would have had yesterday wasn't there at all. Part of her felt very flattered to have such a pretty girl blatantly appreciating her body.

"Mistress, your wish is granted," Genie said. Doris watched as the liberal sprinkling on her whole body slowly disappeared and shrank into the creamy white flesh surrounding them. Moles, tiny birth marks, and other blemishes and imperfections disappeared as well, each one sending Doris a fleeting sensual shiver. By the time her entire body was clear of any marks whatsoever except for her wrists, she was almost trembling with the sensations that were rolling through her and dwelling in her most erogenous locations.

"Genie," Doris started to say, her body still rocking with sensations that were beginning to fade. "Thank you."

Genie's eyes grew large and then almost disappeared in a smile, tears welling up and almost concealing the emerald orbs. She looked like she was going to say something but instead stepped forward and wrapped her arms gently around Doris's waist, the touch of her fingers on Doris's naked skin making her jump and squirm a little, the motion quickly reminding Doris how wet she had become. Her eyes drank in her new body, still too-skinny, still atrophied from the months of her severe depression, and she immediately spotted two other things that bothered her and could guess at a third.

"Genie, I wish that there was no hair on my legs, that the skin will always be smooth like it is after a nice shave," Doris said confidently. Genie let her go and stepped back, her eyes looking down at Doris's legs as Doris felt the tingle in her mind. The red fur on her legs completely diminished from sight, leaving Doris's legs perfectly smooth. "Genie, I wish the same was true for my arm pits," Doris said. The tingle lit up in her mind again and she felt the hair in her arm pits disappear into thin air.

"Genie, I wish that I could maintain control over my pubic hair with just a thought, shaping it, making it grow, or leaving it bare, letting me best suit it for any situation," Doris said.

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I cannot do that."

"But..." Doris stammered quickly, a look of confusion and possible anger crossing her face.

"That would be imparting some of my power onto you, and I cannot do that, no matter what is happening," Genie said with a touch of remorse on her face. "Of course, all you need do is ask, no matter what, no matter when, and I can do anything for you that you want with your pubic hair," Genie clarified. Doris sighed heavily and nodded, accepting Genie's explanation. 

"Very well. I wish my sparse little bush was thicker," Doris said, her eyes locked on her image in the mirror. She felt the tingle of Genie reading her thoughts and she watched the hairs multiply until they were a thick, silken crimson carpet. "Now, I wish it were a little shorter," Doris said softly. The tingle answered her a split second before the length of her pubes shrank by 1/2 of an inch. "Now, none along the sides of my pussy lips," Doris said, her voice just a whisper. The tingle started in her mind, but when she felt the hair disappear from her sex as it had from her legs and arm pits, the electric spiders seemed to quickly find a new home. "Perfect," Doris said, smiling. She simply stared at the image in the mirror for a few minutes before shaking herself back to reality.

"Genie," Doris said, turning to face her new friend, the space between them was nearly closed between their toes and breasts. Doris could feel the heat of Genie's breath upon her bare skin, and for the first time in almost 3 years, being close to another person made her feel completely comfortable. The two locked eyes for the briefest of seconds and then Doris stepped back, bending to pick up her robe. She rather enjoyed the feeling of her new breasts; both heavy and full as they shifted with her movements.

"Yes Mistress?"

"Let's go to the mall. We're going shopping."



Scythian Nights Ch. 02



**I'd like to thank both Joe and Mistress Lynn for all the hard work they're putting into editing these chapters for me. I missed that thanks in Chapter 1, and they were both instrumental in getting that chapter done as well. Read and enjoy!**

Chapter 2: Shopping

With the speed that they had left the house, Doris couldn't help but think that she had forgotten something. Even with having a new friend, and even with that friend being a Genie, Doris still felt very helpless at the thought that she had forgotten something important. She tried to shake the feelings. A smile did return to her face, but she felt the need to cry again, welling up from someplace dark, deep inside her.

"Genie, what did you mean when you said you saved my life?" Doris asked quietly as she pulled out of her quiet neighborhood and onto one of the major parkways.

"You should have died, last night, Mistress," Genie said as equally as quietly. Doris's focus scanned over to Genie's face and saw that tears had welled up in her eyes and there was a tear slowly rolling down the cheek she could see. "Your body and mind were too weak to go on living. Even as my vessel was opened, I could feel your will, wanting to die." Genie's voice started to waiver. "Had you not opened my vessel at that moment, you probably would have."

Doris let that thought roll around in her mind for a second and she felt the wet sting of a hot tear rolling down her own cheek. Part of her mind was relieved that 22 years of pain and misery had almost ended last night, part of her was very angry that it hadn't, and another part was extremely sad that she had come that close to the edge.

"So you fixed me? I'm better now?" Doris asked, some of the strength returning to her voice through the silence between the two.

"Mistress, I only intervened to save your life, you are still not healthy. To put you in a state of perfect health would have been a violation of the rules. You became my Mistress the second you opened the vessel, and I did not even have time to form a body before I had to act."

"Out of protection then, like you said this morning?"

"Yes, Mistress, exactly!" Genie said happily.

Doris swung her small car onto the on ramp for the highway, being sure to double check her approach, though it dawned on her that it was a kind of foolish move; the Genie wouldn't allow them to come to harm. 

"Genie, when we're in public, you can't keep calling me 'Mistress.' People will think there's some kind of weird sex thing going on between us," Doris said, reaching down to adjust the temperature settings on the climate control. It was going to be a warm day today, the heat already permeating into the passenger compartment of Doris's little coupe.

"What shall I call you?" Genie asked politely, the smile still plastered on her face.

"How about Doris?" she responded, smiling broadly.

"Yes, Doris, I think that will work just fine," Genie said, her eyes welling up with tears again. Silence filled the space between them again. Doris reached down and turned on the radio, pressed a few more buttons that were not missed by Genie's eyes and the radio started to scan the stations.

"It's an amazing world," she said quietly.

"How long were you in your vessel?" Doris asked. She shifted in her seat and she was instantly reminded of just how tight her t-shirt really was as it stretched around her new tits, the seatbelt passing between them. She looked down and saw what the tingles coursing through were already telling her; her nipples were standing at full attention, and her new and improved twins were almost perfectly round and firm, no where even close to needing a bra to keep them in place. She felt the tingle move lower at the thought; some place that until this morning she hadn't felt it for a very long time.

"I am unaware of the passage of time when in my vessel," Genie said flatly. "The old way of keeping track of the years doesn't translate into your modern calendar very well, either."

"Were you aware of the world before you were imprisoned in your vessel?" Doris asked, a hopeful tone in her voice.

"For a couple of days during the final stages of my creation, yes."

"What's the last thing you remember, or remember hearing about?"

The tingle spun up in Doris's mind again, and it lingered a while longer than what Doris had become accustomed to.

"The first king of Scythia after the Trojan War," Genie said slowly as if searching for the words. In her accent, the word Scythia rolled off her tongue like liquid poetry, the sound of the word giving Doris an image of serene country side just before the implication of the rest of the sentence shattered the image.

"The Trojan War? Like THE Trojan War?" Doris nearly shouted in surprise.

"Yes. If I have the years figured out from your knowledge of history, that was nearly 3200 years ago."

"Holy fucking shit. You've been imprisoned a long time!" Doris said, her mind reeling at the thought of being anywhere for 3 millennia.

"It may as well have been the day before yesterday. It was like falling asleep and suddenly waking up when you opened my vessel."

"You're pretty hot for your age," Doris giggled.

"Thank you, Doris," Genie said as her skin flushed red.

"Genie, could you...could I....could I wish myself healthy?" Doris asked after another pause.

"I can grant that wish, but I will tell you that some of the problems with your mental well being are still there, and you are in danger of becoming sick again if you are not careful."

"But that stems from my childhood, from my dad and brother...."

"Yes, in your case, I could make most of that go away, all you have to do is wish for it," Genie said, smiling widely. Doris could tell by the tone of her voice that Genie wanted to do that for her, but that huge beaming smile, all those pearly whites behind those pink lips and olive skin confirmed it.

"Genie, I wish that I was no longer in mental anguish over what my family did to me when I was young," Doris said very clearly, taking a deep breath before and after her statement. She felt her mind erupt with the tingling feeling and she suddenly felt a lot better. The tingle left, as did years of repression and self-loathing. 14 years of abuse flowed away from her mind and left her, as if a tremendous weight had simply ceased to be. "Are the memories still there?" Doris asked quietly, unwilling to go searching for herself.

"Yes. However, they will not be the cause of your mental anguish as they had been in the past. There are other things in your mind caused by those memories and by your depression, but those will either heal with time or you could wish them away," Genie said, smiling with pleasure.

"Can you tell me what those things are?" Doris asked, her right eyebrow arching inquisitively.

"That, Doris, is against the rules. I cannot tell you what to wish for, nor can I tell you how to word your own wishes," Genie said, the smile still on her face. She reached down to fiddle with the climate controls, turning the air-conditioner up a notch. Doris watched the motion and a curious look crossed her face.

"Genie, how do you perceive the environment around you? Do you feel cold and heat like normal people, do you need to eat or go to the bathroom? Do you need to sleep?"

The tingle again broke into Doris's mind, but it was much less intrusive this time than the last few had been.

"I feel coolness and warmth, but I can tolerate them to a much greater degree than mortals can. Food helps me to maintain my physical form and to fit into society, but I do not need to eat. I do not need to relieve myself in the restroom, much like I do not need to eat. I need to sleep a few hours here and there each week, so yes I need sleep but not nearly as much as a mortal does; I have to be honest, I really like sleeping," Genie said and tucked her feet up on the seat, cradling her knees.

"What did you mean by 'in a situation such as this'?" Doris asked politely. She thought she had an idea, but she wanted Genie to confirm it.

"Well," Genie started, turning to look at Doris, "when was the last time you heard of a Genie or Jinn? In real life, I mean, not in the theater or stories," she finished. It was more of a statement than a question, rhetorical in nature, and it confirmed Doris's thoughts exactly. 

"I think we should be as cautious as possible when exercising your powers, on that note," Doris said, her gaze leaving the road to meet Genie's. It lingered there for a second longer than Doris would have been comfortable with before this morning.

"I agree, Doris," Genie said. She unfastened her seatbelt and slid over to Doris's side, curling into her a little bit. Doris felt her heart hammering in her chest and a black cloud of caution enter her mind.

"Genie, um, you're making me nervous, and when I get nervous its hard for me to drive," Doris said softly with a waver of nerves in her voice. Genie slid back to her side while Doris half-expected to be reminded that they were perfectly safe, that Genie wouldn't let anything happen to them. Part of her was surprised she had even said anything at all.

"Genie, something else..." Doris started. Her voice tailed off as her eyes met Genie's, the two girls staring at each other instead of their surroundings. Genie's eyes were sparkling emerald pools, dancing in happiness but steeped in a certain sadness as well. She suspected that Genie already knew what she was about to say. "Genie, I'm not into girls," she said clearly. There wasn't the expected tingle this time, only a sad nod; those eyes never leaving Doris's.

"Unfortunately, Doris, I am to remain in female form. I cannot change into a male, as per the designs of the Master Genie that created me," she pouted. Doris was surprised by the intense desire she felt for Genie, but at the same time, the utter lack of sexual feelings for her. She never wanted to be separate from this magical beauty, but she held nothing more than feelings of friendship for her; a very deep friendship, but friendship just the same.

"Why did your creator do that?" Doris asked quickly.

"I am unsure of the details, though I believe my intended Master had tricked my Creator into making me, and the intended Master's sexual preferences were not toward women." Doris couldn't suppress a quick chuckle.

"You just can't win, can you," Doris said. "One Master who's perfectly equipped to handle your every need, and one who is perfectly unwilling to. I'm awfully sorry, Genie."

"It is my purpose to serve," Genie said shrugging. "I still appreciate the pity, even if it is in jest."

Doris felt bad for an instant, realizing that she had probably unintentionally insulted the Genie on some level. She couldn't help but think that she might just have to do something for Genie, and soon.

"So you're the embodiment of sex for your Master or Mistress, right? I mean, you should look like whatever drives them crazy?" Doris asked, quickly changing the direction of the conversation.

"That is correct, Doris," Genie said, some of the smile returning to her face.

"But you look like, well, like you do now. Hell, you could be my sister; same red hair, same green eyes, almost the same height..." Doris started, her voice trailing off.

"I chose a form built from your memories. Since you're not interested in women and I can't alter my form to look like a man, I constructed this form to be something you'd feel familiar with and someone you wouldn't be intimidated by," Genie said, a slight flush starting to creep into her cheeks. The blush was not lost on Doris.

"Genie, who did you choose? I mean, I know you're an entirely different person from who ever, but who did you model yourself on?"

"Your Grandmother at the age of 21. She was in her best condition, judging from the few pictures you remember. Anyone who knew her then has long since died. Based upon your memories, the only people still alive that would have known your Grandmother when she was younger would be your mother, and even she wasn't alive at this point in your Grandmother's life. If I have upset you...." Genie explained quickly, starting to turn apologetic.

"No, no. That's all right. It's kinda weird, but it's all right."

"If you ever want me to change, all you have to do is ask."

"No, I think on some level Gram would be flattered," Doris said with a smile. She gave Genie a quick look up and down. "Gram was kinda hot," she said quietly. Genie smiled broadly.

"I took some liberties," Genie said looking down at her chest, "but the rest is as close as I could get from your memories of her pictures." Doris nodded, first feeling guilty that she was checking out what was effectively her grandmother in 1945, and then feeling awkward over the thought of checking out her grandmother. 

"You look good," Doris complemented, trying not to choke on her words. Her mouth had suddenly gone dry and her heart was racing. The thoughts she was having were new to her, and some place in the back of her mind, Genie stopped being as much of a friend as something else.

"Thank you," Genie said with the same pleased polite tone she seemed to radiate when she spoke. 

"Do you have a name?" Doris asked abruptly, trying to change the topic. She noticed as she spoke that they were nearing their exit for the mall and she started to switch lanes. Some jack ass yakking away on his cell phone almost hit them and she honked the horn and flipped him the bird. There was a quick tingle in Doris's mind followed by a quick laugh from Genie.

"No, no I don't have a name. Names are privileges granted to Genies by their masters," she responded. 

"Well, I can't keep calling you 'Genie' all the time, so we'll come up with something fitting for you later," Doris said, devoting most of her attention to navigating through the crowded streets. It had been a long time since she'd left the house and longer still since she'd negotiated traffic of this magnitude and it was rapidly working on her nerves.

"I would be honored, Mistress," Genie said, tears welling up in her eyes again. 

"Doris, Genie. Please call me Doris," she reminded Genie absently. Genie nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes as the car screeched around the corner into the mall's massive parking lot. Genie let out a low whistle.

"This is larger than the palaces and gardens of my time," she said quietly.

"Well, that's fitting," Doris said as she craned her neck looking for parking spaces. She saw one near the main entrance and gunned the engine, trying to get there before anyone else took it. "This is sort of a temple to consumerism. People spend more time here than they do at church, and more money at malls than any other place. This one has its own restaurants, theaters, a huge selection of stores, and a wide variety of other things to lure people in and coax the money out of their pockets."

"Are we here to spend money?" Genie asked as the car rolled into the parking spot. 

"That's one of the reasons. I'm guessing from what you've said so far that you can't just magic yourself up a pair of jeans and a shirt," Doris said a few seconds before the tickle rolled through her brain. "Unless it's some how sex related," she added quickly.

Genie shook her head. "Actually, I can make anything I want to for myself, but going to this 'Mall' sounds fun," she said politely and the girls got out of the car. "The other reason is that we're going shopping for me, but it's sure as hell not for clothes," Doris added. The heat of the day almost made Doris wilt as they took their first steps away from the car. Doris was looking forward to the air conditioned goodness of the mall, but it looked as if Genie was just fine. Doris also couldn't help but notice that Genie was intentionally walking behind her and off to her left.

"Genie, you don't have to behave like that," she said, knowing full well that even though Genie wasn't calling Doris "Mistress" she was acting out the part in full. Genie stopped for a moment, and Doris followed suit, both of them in the middle of the row, blocking any potential traffic. "Genie, I am your Mistress and you have to obey any order that I give you, correct?"

"Yes, Doris. So long as that command can be done without a wish or does not involve harming or killing you. But even then, there can be grave consequences if the rules are violated."

"I'm not sure I want to know about the consequences right now, but I do know this. I want you to be my friend more than I want you to be my servant. Genie, I command you to not act subservient around me in public unless otherwise commanded at a later point."

"Yes, Mistress," Genie said with a crooked, playful smile. Doris would never get tired of hearing Genie's Mediterranean accent trill out those three syllables. The two of them linked arms and walked through the main doors of the mall.

The cold air hit Doris like a freight train. She felt her nipples puff up and harden instantly, straining the fabric even further. Her shirt was too small to accommodate her new chest and the old material was becoming transparent as it was. The extra strain from her nipples didn't help. She looked down and saw them sticking out, her areolas still puffy, her nipples still larger than she liked.

"Genie," Doris whispered as they moved through the mall to the directory inside the doors. "I want you to make my nipples smaller and not puffy. Can you read my mind and make them exactly the way I'm thinking?" Doris asked quietly as she looked the directory over. She noticed that she could clearly see their reflection in the plastic and she eagerly awaited a response.

"Yes I can," Genie whispered. "All you need to do is..." she started to say. Doris cut her off.

"Genie, I wish you can make my nipples look exactly the way I'm thinking," she said quietly. Doris turned in profile to get the light right. She watched the silhouetted miniature mounds on her chest shrink into her tit flesh and the nipple lengthen just a little bit, reduce in diameter just a hair, and then slowly slide higher on her chest. Each movement made Doris shiver, and by the time they had moved to their new location, Doris was having difficulty breathing and her knees were shaking. The electricity coursing through her body lingered sensuously in her sex, and Doris felt it heat up quickly, getting wetter than she had felt it get in over two years. Every deep breath caused the slowly fading feeling to resurge, sending her on a roller coaster of near-orgasmic bliss.

"Excuse me, Miss?" sounded a deep voice from over Doris's shoulder. She slowly turned, closing her eyes, trying to suppress the feelings cascading through her before she came in her pants. Her eyes opened, her vision blurred slightly from the intensity of the feelings running through her and she saw a man dressed in a nice button-down shirt and khakis. His jaw was strong, his eyes kind, and his cheeks were covered by a thick five-o'clock shadow. Doris almost hugged herself to him, wanting to feel the warmth of another body pressing tightly against her, giving her something to burrow into as the fading sensations continued to rock her body and mind. Her eyes slid down his shirt, catching the impressive bulge of his groin, and not missing the glint of gold on the ring finger of his left hand. Doris rolled her eyes back up to his and she felt the tip of her tongue snake out over her lips, wetting them against the ragged heat of her breath.

"I'm okay," she almost purred. Something in the back of her mind snapped to attention and wondered where all of this was coming from. "My nipples move and I'm crawling around like a goddamn alley cat," she thought, and for a second wasn't so sure that she didn't say it out loud. The man didn't react, so Doris guessed that she hadn't. She cleared her throat and squared her shoulders, eliciting the man's eyes to avert to her new chest and her very erect nipples. She smiled coyly and pretended not to notice.




Scythian Nights Ch. 02



"So what's your name?" Doris said, the tip of her tongue wetting her lips. She closed the distance to the man with a single short step and her hand rose up to rest neatly on his crotch. "What's his name?" she purred demurely. The twill fabric had a rough but soft texture under the pads of her fingers as they moved up and down the length of the man's cock. Doris's other hand snaked up under the man's shirt and she ran her nails across his trim stomach, iliciting a shiver from him, the muscles quivering deliciously under her touch.

"Hank?" came a voice from behind them. The man's head turned and his eyes grew wide.

"Wife?" Doris asked, already knowing the question. Hank swallowed hard and nodded almost imperceptibly. Doris kept stroking, her other hand drifting to the fly of his slacks. She looked at Genie with a devilish smile on her face.

"I wish she would continue exactly what I'm doing. Everyone will see what they're doing, but no one will stop or stare," Doris said to Genie. Genie just smiled, her eyes leaving Doris's and going to her hands, both of which had started to fish Hank's engorged member out of his boxers. Hank's wife came around the two of them and got a good look at what Doris had her hands wrapped around. She was taken aback in shock, but her eyes were set and she said nothing. She stood there, Doris staring her in the eye as she bent over and gave Hank's cock a kiss on the straining head, the pre-cum gathering there glossing her lip as she stood up.

"He's all yours, ma'am," she said politely. Hank's wife wasted no time in placing her lips where Doris's just left. Doris and Genie stood there, watching for a few moments, Doris's excitement continuing to grow by the second. Hank's wife opened her mouth wide and accepted her husband's meat between her lips and Doris felt her heart racing in her chest. She was just about ready to cum herself when she heard Genie clear her throat beside her.

"Well, it's time to go," Genie interrupted and grabbed Doris's hand. Doris thought about scolding her, but Genie had probably saved her a very awkward conversation. The two girls were giggling as they wandered into the main spoke of the mall, arriving at the packed Food Court. Doris directed them to an open booth against a low wall; it was as tucked into a corner as they could get in the relatively open space.

"What is it that we're looking for?" Genie asked after they were situated. Doris's face scrunched ever-so-slightly in confusion for a second before she responded.

"Can't you read my mind and find out?" she asked innocently. Genie blushed slightly but it quickly faded.

"I only do that to make sure I satisfy your wishes, Doris," Genie said, but her eyes averted half-way through the statement and Doris got the feeling she was being lied to.

"I don't believe you," Doris said quietly. "What are you hiding?"

"I shouldn't...." Genie said demurely.

"I command you to tell me the truth."

Genie sighed deeply, thinking carefully before responding. "There are certain facets of my power which will remain locked until I am bound to you. Servant and Mistress forever. A telepathic bond between a Jinn and a Master is one of those benefits. Eventually we may become so comfortable with each other that you won't even feel that tingle when I read your thoughts to complete your wishes."

"What else is 'unlocked' when and if I bind you to me?" Doris asked, her ears on the conversation at hand, but her eyes began scanning the throng of people in the mall. Doris had a look of determination on her face, but she kept shifting her gaze back to Genie, waiting for an answer.

"There are many things, and many more powerful wishes that can be done. However, I cannot tell you about things specifically because it is a violation of the rules."

"Sounds like bullshit to me, but I'll take your word for it," Doris said flatly. "So how do I bind you to me?" Doris asked, curiosity almost making her voice crack.

"You have to take my virginity," Genie said, blushing brightly.

"Whoa.....hold on there. I have to what?"

"I am a virgin, I was created that way. In order for me to be bound to you, you have to break my hymen," Genie said quietly and slowly. Doris felt her mind tingle for the briefest of moments while Genie tried to find the right words.

"What if I don't?"

"Then I will be a simple Servant Genie, and if I get put back in my vessel, I become the servant of whomever releases me. But, if I am bound to you, it doesn't matter who releases me or what happens, I will always be your servant and you will always be my Mistress." Doris responded only with a "Hrmph" and she moved back to scanning the crowds.

"Mistress, if I might inquire..." Genie said cautiously.

"I'm looking for a few things. It's kind of like shopping, but different," Doris said, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips  Genie looked like she was going to ask a question to clarify, but Doris cut her off. "There, there! Those hips!" Doris said excitedly, trying to be as quiet as she could. "Genie, I wish she would come over here to give me a better look at her hips and ass," Doris said, her eyes shifting back to Genie. "I also wish that any thing I ask her to do would seem perfectly normal and acceptable to her. Furthermore, none of the people in the mall or who come into the mall will find anything we're doing to be out of the ordinary and will pay no attention to us at all." 

Genie responded only with a smile. Doris turned her head and saw the Native American girl walking over to the table. Doris placed her at about 23 years old, but it was hard to tell. She was almost hypnotized by the gentle swaying of those hips as she moved through the room. It was almost as if everything else had stopped and she was just floating through a frozen crowd. Doris kept her eyes locked on her body, a pang of guilt sprouting up for what she was about to do, but a thrill ran through her mind at the same time.

"Hi," the new girl said meekly as she approached the table. "I'm Kylee," she said with a smile and extended her hand. Doris shook it lightly and then she offered it to Genie as well, who shook it just as Doris had.

"Hi Kylee, I'm Doris, and this is my friend. We couldn't stop looking at your body and admiring your amazing hips," Doris said, her confidence wavering and her voice starting to tremble at the end.

"Well thanks," Kylee blushed.

"Would you show them to us?" Doris asked matter of factly. "I mean, we can see them under your jeans just fine, but we'd really like to see them, you know, up close and personal." Doris said. She felt the heat rise to her skin as she blushed. She had no reason at all to doubt Genie's powers, but she couldn't help but feel that she should be getting slapped at any time.

"Sure thing," Kylee said cheerfully as if she was just asked for an autograph. She didn't even look around before she unsnapped and unzipped the fly of her jeans, revealing a low cut black lace thong under the denim. Kylee pushed the jeans down her thighs, almost half way to her knees.

"Now that's nice," Doris said, her eyes starting to haze over. She felt her heart galloping in her chest and she could feel her hands shaking as she wanted to touch the smooth bronze skin but resisted the temptation.

"Why thank you," Kylee said. 

"Could you turn for us?" Doris asked. Kylee complied without answering verbally, and she slowly rotated for the girls, almost swinging her hips as she spun. Doris could feel herself getting wet and becoming very aroused at this public display of sex, but she lost the words to push it forward. She turned to Genie and squeezed her hand. "I'll be wishing for those later, so memorize them."

"Well, I'd love to, but unfortunately, that lace thong is blocking the view," Genie said with a mischievous smirk as a tingle ran through Doris's mind. "Wouldn't you agree, Doris?"

"Um, yeah. Totally blocking," she stammered.

"Oh, well I can just take them off," Kylee offered, already kicking her sandals off under Doris's and Genie's table. She bent at the waist a second later and pushed her jeans all the way to the floor and stepped out of them. Kylee stood, her legs slightly parted, her pussy trying to suck the material of the thong between her lips until she hooked her fingers in the band and very gently pulled them down her legs. She stood before Doris and Genie, naked from the hips down, as if she was meant to do exactly that. 

"Can you turn for us again?" Doris asked. "Real slow this time?" This couldn't have been happening. Doris's brain felt like she was drunk. The surrealism of having a half naked girl doing things at her whim was almost too much, and Doris became painfully aware of her nipples hardening against the tight material of her shirt once more. The fact that Genie was drinking in this brown-skinned beauty's curves was not lost on Doris either. She noticed that Genie took special care to keep her eyes on the girl's ribbon of labia sticking out of her mound, and when Doris's eyes followed Genie's gaze, she saw that those lips were starting to get wet. She was also fascinated by how dark they were, almost like chocolate.

"Seen enough?" Kylee asked cheerfully? Doris shook her head.

"Can you face me and lift your leg up? Rest your foot on the bench seat here," Doris said, patting the wooden bench beside her thigh. Kylee did so, smiling happily, Doris had a lovely shot straight down the girl's thigh to her pussy, and she noted the obvious thing, that the girl was shaved bare, and it looked to be a fresh shave.

"Will this work for you?" Doris asked, looking at Genie.

"Well, I think so, but maybe if I...." Genie said, the mischievous grin on her face, turning positively impish as her hand slid across the table to Kylee's out stretched thigh. Her nailed finger tips raked gently down the skin, running around to the girl's tight ass, and Doris lost track of them until she saw those fingers come up between the twin globes of the girl's rear and watched them cup her sex. Kylee let out a soft coo and her eyes turned to half-lidded slits.

"Exactly like this?" Genie asked Doris, staring her in the eyes for a moment before her gaze drifted back over to Kylee's crotch and Genie's fingers. Genie worked her middle finger between the lips of Kylee's sex and Doris watched intently as it slid up inside her. She swore she could feel that finger moving in her as well, and she could feel the wetness spreading from her crotch.

"Genie, stop," Doris said half-heartedly. With a pout, Genie pulled her finger from Kylee's pussy, the lips staying open for just a moment, giving an amazing contrast between the wet pink slit and the olive bronze of Kylee's skin. Doris couldn't help but wonder for a second if that's what Genie's pussy looked like as well. "Yes, though. Exactly like that," Doris panted. She was on edge, and she felt like she needed release. 

"Kylee," Doris said, her eyes fixated on the brown, bare mound not 2 feet from her. She tore her gaze away from it and she looked at Genie, who was busy sucking her middle finger like a ravenous child going after a lolly pop. "Um, thank you, Kylee, you've been most helpful!" Doris said cheerfully. Doris made herself look at Kylee in the face and she returned the smile that she saw there.

"Yes, thank you, Kylee," Genie said seductively. "Doris, if we're done with her..." Doris only nodded as Genie's voice drifted off. 

"I guess you can go. Um, thanks for stopping by, Kylee. It was nice to have met you."

"Yeah! Both of you two, as well!" she said, bending over to give Doris a hug. She turned to give Genie a hug, but Genie turned and gave her a kiss instead, full on the mouth and deep; Doris could see that Genie was working her tongue in Kylee's mouth. Doris cleared her throat and the two broke the kiss.

"Have a good day," Doris said. Kylee turned to leave, still naked from the waist down. 

"Kylee, aren't you forgetting something?" Doris said, stopping her in mid-step. Kylee looked down and her eyes got wide.

"Oh my God, yeah, thanks! I don't think I'd have made it very far without these!" she said and bent over near the table. Doris and Genie both took in the site of her ass pulled tight from the movement. She stood up very quickly, her sandals in tow. "Thanks again!" she said and went back to whatever it was that she had been doing before.

"Um, Genie, won't she get raped or something if we let her wander like that?" I mean, she'll be fine in the mall, won't she? But when she leaves...."

"Yes, that is correct," Genie said plainly. "While in the mall, she is under the protection of your wish."

"Genie, I wish that Kylee will never be sexually assaulted no matter how little she is wearing or what she is doing."

"Your wish is granted, Mistress," Genie said with a wink. "Is there anything else you would like to look at today?" she asked with a smile.

"Well, I think between these," Doris said, pushing her new tits up with her hands, "and that new set of hips and ass, I should be set for a while. I think the rest we can kind of fill in, I just wanted to make sure to get that one right." Genie nodded.

"Shall we be on our way then? You had mentioned something about shopping for clothes," Genie said hopefully, apparently wanting to see what the 21st century offered for her wardrobe choices.

"Yeah, but I'll need new clothes as well," Doris said. "First, I think we should get my body to the right shape." 

With that, Doris grabbed Kylee's jeans and panties from the table and folded them neatly together. She extended her elbow again for Genie and the two of them walked arm in arm for the nearest clothing store in the mall.



Scythian Nights Ch. 03



Chapter 03: Unleashed 

**Once again, a huge thanks to Joe Brolly and MistressLynn for helping me with the editing on this series. Read and enjoy!**

Doris and Genie were well on their way to the nearest outfitter, crossing the food court when Doris stopped dead in her tracks.

"Doris?" Genie asked, positively puzzled. She followed Doris's gaze and saw it locked on a black girl looking at merchandise in the store next to them. "Yes, Doris, what about her?"

"Oh my God. I want her waist," Doris said, the pink tip of her tongue snaking out to wet her lips. Her eyes glazed over and Doris felt her heart start to pound harder, each thundering beat shaking her new tits, making them struggle against the already strained fabric. She felt a fresh rush of heat to her groin and felt her sex juice up to the point of dripping. Doris walked into the store, almost in a daze, stopping just short of ear-shot if she and Genie were whispering. The two girls just sat back and watched the girl shop, her blouse unbuttoned, a black ribbed undershirt accentuating her already tall frame, giving ample view of her well-endowed chest and tight waist. Their eyes kept drinking in her figure, following the line of her waist as it flowed into her hips and then down her long, sexy legs, clad in khaki capri pants. They noticed another patron that came over to her, and they talked like they knew each other, the second dark-skinned girl bringing over a few bottles from the store shelves and showing them to the girl with the amazing waist.

Doris strained her ears to hear their hushed whispers, but she knew it was probably about which shampoo smelled the sweetest or would work the best. Doris didn't think she cared about any of that, but the more she watched the two of them, the more the thought crept into her mind that she really could use some shampoo, and these girls might be just the ones to recommend a product. Doris pulled at Genie's arm and led her over to a quieter corner of the store.

"Genie, I wish that she will do anything of a sexual nature that I ask her to. She won't even think twice about it, just like that Kaylee girl," Doris said very clearly. She could feel her breath coming in ragged gasps, and the sensation surprised her. It was as if she had just got done running a 5 minute mile. She forced herself to calm down, shutting her eyes and forcing her head to clear until her heart slowed down. Something in Doris's mind snapped her back to the present, some hidden need that she was unfamiliar with. "Genie, I also wish that her friend is more than willing to help with any sexual request that I give her and that the first girl is very inclined to let her."

The tingle returned and faded quickly, almost before Doris registered it had even been there.

"Done. Anything else?"

Doris scanned the store quickly. There was one girl who was watching the counter, playing with her bubble gum and staring into space. "Her as well. I wish for her to be affected by all of the wishes I just made." The tingle came and went. Genie started smiling broadly, and Doris knew why; if she scanned surface thoughts when she read Doris's mind, then Doris had just showed her some very interesting pictures. "Oh, and Genie," Doris started, pausing to wet her lips again, "I wish that anyone passing by the windows or into the store sees and recognizes exactly what is going on, but is completely and totally unable to do anything about it. I wish for them to remember the sexual events they are about to see, and I wish for them to be incredibly turned on whenever they think of it," Doris finished, feeling a surge of excitement rocking through her at the thought of all the potential voyeurs.

The tingle was longer this time, and Doris noticed that Genie's eyes started to haze over almost immediately. She recognized her flaw in the wish the second after she saw Genie's reaction, but instead of unwishing it or clarifying, she simply smiled deviously and let her green eyes burn into those of Genie. 

"Excuse me, miss?" Doris said, waving down the girl behind the counter. She rolled her eyes and tucked the strand of bubble gum wrapped around her finger back into her mouth and wandered out to meet Doris and Genie. Doris had walked over to the girl with the amazing waist as the salesgirl walked out. 

"Hi, I don't think we've ever met before, but I'm Doris," she said to the black shopper.

"Um....hi. I'm Jackie," the girl said apprehensively. The clerk had stopped just on the edge of Doris's vision, watching, but not approaching the small group of girls. Doris decided to ignore her for the moment and deal with Jackie and her friend.

"Hi, Jackie. This is my friend Genie. We couldn't help but over hear your conversation and I was wondering what kind of shampoo you use. You hair looks fantastic! Would you mind taking off your shirts please?" Doris said, trying to sound as natural and smooth as possible.

"Sure thing, sugar," she said happily, as if Doris had asked if she could get the time of day from Jackie. "I use the apricot shampoo here," Jackie said, pulling her blouse off and setting it gently on a display. She handed Doris the bottle of shampoo and Doris faked interest in it. Her eyes drifted to the bottle for only a moment, shooting right back to Jackie's body as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulled it up out of her pants and then straight up over her head, shaking out her mane of tightly braided locks after it was free. Doris and Genie both consumed her body with their eyes, looking at every inch of luscious, dark flesh before them. The waist that Doris had so desperately wanted to see was even better than she thought it was going to be. The curve of Jackie's body as it flowed from her chest to that waist and then out to her thighs screamed to be held tight and fucked. 

"That's fantastic," Doris said, her voice cracking.

"Yeah, and you get some great results, here feel," Jackie said, tilting her head so Doris could run her fingers through her hair. Doris's hand went not to her hair, but to the full cup of Jackie's black Victoria's Secret bra. 

"Mmmm, sure does," Doris purred while she admired the heavy tit encased in the luxurious bra. Doris noted that it was just as full as hers, though Jackie's stiffening nipples were larger. 

"That's um, not my hair," Jackie sighed, offering no resistance to Doris's advances. Doris felt the pebble of her nipple grow thick and hard under the silky material of the bra. Her fingers started massaging Jackie's tit, letting her fingers caress the flesh contained within the bra, as well as the uncovered top. The eruption of goose bumps on Jackie's skin was not unnoticed by Doris, either.

"Jackie's friend..." Doris said, her gaze rolling over to the second girl expectantly, trying to draw her name out.

"Kasha," she said politely.

"Kasha, we really want to see Jackie's waist. Would you mind pulling her pants off?" Doris asked as if she was asking for the time of day. Doris flagged the clerk over and motioned for Kasha to stop. The clerk's name tag said "Valerie" and she looked as bored as she did before, but there was a definite glint of curiosity in her brown eyes. 

"Valerie, this is Kasha and Jackie. Kasha here needs some help pulling her friend's pants off. Valerie, why don't you grab her panties?" Doris said, feeling her own pussy start to literally drip with the scene unfolding around them. Her gaze shifted to the plate glass store window and she noticed that there was quite a throng of onlookers.

"Jackie, looks like you have some admirers," Doris said, her eyes pulling back to the scene of the two girls undressing Jackie. Doris's eyes drank in the sight of Jackie's tight pants being pulled down her toned legs, the dark skin showing not a single trace of tan line, and the expanse of skin between the expected panties and her tight, shallow naval seemed to go on for miles.

"She's not wearing any underwear," Valerie said matter-of-factly. Doris didn't even hear the statement, her eyes were fixated on Valerie's declaration of the obvious. The only thing in Doris's eyes was Jackie's bare pussy, her lips extending from her slit just the tiniest bit.

"I never do," Jackie said. She looked at Kasha and both of them shrugged. "Neither does she," Jackie added.

"All right then, Kasha, off with yours, too, and take your time." Kasha looked like she was going to hesitate for a second, but then she smiled sensuously and her hips started to sway to unheard music as she pushed her pants down, stepping out of her shoes at the same time. She was nearly as sexy as her friend, and shaved just as smooth.

"Beautiful," Doris sighed. She stared for a second, her eyes moving from one waist to the other, one set of hips to the other, and then finally drinking in the visage of the sexes of the two black women.

"See," she said turning to Genie. Genie's eyes were transfixed as well, sliding from one body to the other as if she could feel the skin with her gaze. "That's exactly what I mean. Look at that waist, look at the flow. Jackie, honey, turn around, would you please? Slowly?"

Jackie turned slowly, Doris's sharp green eyes not missing a single detail. She was shocked out of her study for a moment at the feel of finger tips going into her waistband, sliding down across the new silken strands of her pubic hair, still lower, tickling her skin. She looked down to see that it was her own hand, and a shiver coursed through her body. Her eyes closed as she felt her fingers move through the silken crimson strands to the flawlessly smooth skin framing her lips, the heat and moisture there gathering on her finger tips. Her knuckles dragged against the course material of her sweat pants and found the heat and wetness mirrored there as well. 

Doris's mouth went dry and she felt the glazed stares from the gathering crowd upon her, her own eyes still clamped shut as her fingers began to explore her sex with delicate touches.

"Oh my God....I've never...." Doris heard herself say. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw three sets of eyes watching her knuckles move against the crotch of her sweat paints, and the third, hungrily devouring the scene as if those piercing green eyes could see right through the heavy cotton. "...Never...." Doris sighed. She locked eyes with Genie as her finger casually bumped against her clit, the wracking her tormented body. Her legs were rubber, her mind buzzing a million miles an hour through an electric fog, and her fingers were not her own as they continuously rubbed through her drooling sex, gathering more and more juice. Doris felt the eyes of everyone looking through the windows, the shop keeper, the two black girls, and most of all, Genie on her. 

Doris's fingers sped up of their own accord. She felt them flirt with the entrance to her core, tickling it, rimming it, but not entering, and never staying long. Two of her fingers were fighting to hold her lips open, sliding in her juice against her bare skin and the soaked inner pink of her slit. The other two fingers were making mad circuits, faster and faster, one always teasing her clit, the other tempting the contracting ring of her pussy. Her eyes were clamped shut, but she was seeing stars burst and glitter against the red-darkness of her eye lids. Doris felt herself falling, and then she felt nothing.

********

The world returned slowly for the second time in what must have been the same day. Doris felt something hard and cool under her, and something cool and wet on her forehead. She was vaguely aware that there were people around her, everything sounding like it was miles away and under water. It felt like Genie's hand was around her wrist. Slowly, she tried to open her eyes.

The fluorescent lights overhead were hemmed in by what she could make out to be ceiling tiles. She was closer to them than she would be if she were on the floor, so she figured she was on a table of some kind.

"Thank you, officer," Genie's voice said, sounding closer and stronger than it had moments ago. "I'll take it from here."

"Genie?" Doris croaked.

"You'll be okay, sweetie," Genie said delicately. She ran her fingers along Doris's forearm and tsunamis of pleasure rolled through Doris's body. She felt herself curl up, her stomach tightening along with her still-creaming pussy. When she moved up, she became immediately aware that her pants were soaked through.

"Genie....what?" Doris begged, panting for breath.

"Orgasm, Doris," Genie whispered near Doris's ear. The heat of her breath set a wash of goose bumps racing across Doris's skin and her body twitched in pleasure. "It was an amazing one, too."

"Never....before.....ever...." Doris said in between the contractions of her stomach. "Genie....help....please...." Doris said, her voice weak and strained. There was the slightest hint of a tingle, and Doris thought of how similar the feeling was to the first time she drug the skin of her finger against her clit in the clothing store. After the tingle, there was nothing.

Doris realized that she was cold, the air conditioner was pumping cool air into the room from a vent located right over her table. The table itself was wet where her ass had been on it, and her whole body was coated in sweat. She could hear people mulling around other rooms near by; her eyes quickly confirmed what she had already guessed, that she and Genie were alone.

"What happened?" Doris asked, her voice still stretched thin. Genie blushed deeply.

"Well, I'm not sure, but I think this is what happened. When I granted your wish about healing your mind, every sexually repressed thought you had came slowly to the surface. Once we were in the mall, you felt you could act on them and you went a little crazy. It seems that your experiences tempered a natural nymphomania and kept you repressed and in check for all these years. With those barriers gone, your mind seems to have gone into overdrive, taking your body with it. Every sexual fantasy you've ever considered, every dirty thought you've had and repressed all came racing to the surface. You have been taught that sex is a punishment for so long that it just hit you so hard and so fast you were completely unable to do anything about it," Genie said as Doris's mind tingled intermittently throughout the speech.

"I used a lot of people, didn't I," Doris interrupted. With her brain not clogged by sex for the moment, the events of the day came to the forefront of her thoughts and she started to cry.

"I'm no better, am I..." she started to sob. "No better than those....bastards....that did that....."

"Oh no, Doris. It is not even the same thing," Genie said, smiling at Doris and wiping the stream of tears from her left cheek. "Desire was created in Kylee and Jackie, even the man at the kiosk and his wife. Their thoughts were simply modified, their inhibitions stripped."

"Their minds enslaved and bent."

"Not in the way you're thinking," Genie retorted. Doris felt a tingle race through her mind. "It's not psychology, it's magic, and it's on a whole new level than what you're used to dealing with."

"Still. Genie, I command you to not grant me any wishes that make anyone act in a way contrary to what they would, unless it's me, or for my own protection." 

"Happily, Mistress," Genie said quietly, her face turning into a smile.

"Genie, am I going to be over-sexed like I was today? I mean for a long time in the future?"

There was a deep tingle in Doris's brain and a sad look on Genie's face. Given that Doris already knew what she was going to say, Doris couldn't help but wonder if that unhappy face was for all the fun Genie would miss out on or if it was because Doris was upset that she was suddenly obsessed with sex after wanting nothing to do with it for so long.

"You are a nymphomaniac. If the security guard came back in here, you'd rapidly return to the state of arousal I just took you down from. Right now, your body is willing to experience anything that your mind is willing to do, and with the added bonus of having a Sex Genie who can grant your every whim and fantasy, your just went a little crazy, whether you intended to or not." 

"Genie, I need to function in society. I wish I had a normal sex drive," Doris said. Genie's brow furrowed and there was a deep, lasting tingle that coursed through Doris's mind. The tingle ended and Genie's face returned to its normal beaming smile.  

"Granted, Doris."

"Thank you, Genie. Now, let's get the fuck out of here," Doris said smiling. She felt her pants squish under her as she pushed her tired body up from the table. "Ugh. Genie, I wish I wasn't covered in cum and sweat," she said. Genie snapped her fingers for flair and Doris's clothes were as clean as when she pulled them on just a few hours ago.

Genie helped her to her feet, both of them noticing a crowd of onlookers pressed against the windows of the mall security office. Doris felt herself blush and she didn't want to move, her embarrassment almost freezing her in place. Her eyes started scanning for something to cover up with that was more substantial than her seriously stretched shirt. She felt her heart start to gallop in her chest.

"Um, Genie....about that sex drive. You want to lower my inhibitions a little so I don't feel naked here?" Doris said quickly, her words almost blending in one long string of syllables. Genie smiled again, and Doris immediately felt better. There were still eyes upon them, and Doris was just comfortable enough to want to get out of the room, rushing past anyone in her way. That was easier said than done, and when the door opened, the two girls pressed through the throng of onlookers, their bodies molested by several pairs of hands and unmoving bodies as they squeezed through. 

After they returned to the semi-fresh air of the mall, Doris looked down and her nipples were still rock hard, standing proudly like pebbles under the thin cotton shirt. She shrugged and the girls headed for the clothing store they originally intended to head toward before they encountered Jackie.

Several heads turned toward the two girls as they walked, and Doris found herself really enjoying the attention, though not to the extent that she did earlier in the day. She decided to be a little more gutsy and she rolled the top of her sweatpants down a couple inches, mimicking the style she'd seen a few other girls wearing around the mall. She could feel air embrace the exposed skin and a thrilling chill coursed through her. She caught her reflection in a store-front mirror as they entered the clothing store and she noticed that if she had rolled her pants down even a half-inch more, her crimson bush would have started peeking over the top of the sweats.

"Genie, let's just pick up some clothes and get out of here," Doris said, starting to feel uncomfortable. 

"As you wish," Genie said, winking. "Doris, forgive me for asking, but if you change your body shape as drastically as you want to, what are we going to do for fitting the new clothes?" 

"Did you grab Kylee's pants and panties from the store when you got me out of there?" Doris asked, a crooked grin starting to cross her face. 

"No I didn't," Genie said, her face mimicking the smile. "But I seem to remember having set them right here," she added, reaching down and picking up a familiar pair of pants and black lace thong where there was only air a moment ago. 

"I love you," Doris sighed through her smile. She expected a tingle from Genie, but she only had her own smile returned to her.

The girls flagged down a clerk, and it figured that the only one in the shop was a guy. Doris quickly sized him up; frosted hair, button down shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up, jeans that were pre-stained and pre-damaged, steel wrist watch, black belt, nice shoes. He looked just like every other peacock she'd seen today in the mall. She was suddenly very happy that all fads change, but part of her mind raised alarm at what the next one could be.




Scythian Nights Ch. 03



This clerk's name badge identified him as Bryan. Doris noted that he was checking her out on the way up to the two of them and she put on a little show for him. She stretched trying to reach a ball cap from a high rack, giving him a good view of her skinny waist and her buoyant tits, and then she dropped the hat, taking her time to pick it up. By the time Doris stood back up, Bryan was there and apparently very eager to help the two redheads.

"Can I help you?" Bryan asked smiling, showing off a mouthful of too-white teeth.

"Maybe," Doris said, a flirty tone in her voice. "I'd like this hat," she added after a second. Doris scanned the store quickly. There was no one else in here besides herself and Genie. A dirty thought crossed her mind, one that Doris thought flashed through thousands of people's minds when seeing a hot clerk all alone in the middle of a clothing store. She looked at Genie and smiled.

"Genie, make sure no one else comes in here, but stay close," she whispered to Genie with a wink.

"Anything else?" he asked suggestively.

"Yeah, I'd like 10 pair of blue jeans in this size," Doris said, pretending she didn't get the implications of his question. She handed Bryan the pair of Kylee's jeans and he nodded. Bryan's smile dropped for a split second before responding.

"Anything else today, ladies?"

"Yeah," Doris said looking at Genie and smiling. She felt a tingle and Genie's eyes grew larger than normal. "This shirt doesn't seem to fit," Doris said, grabbing the hem and pulling it up over her head. She felt her tits bounce free in the cold store air, her dusty pink nipples instantly hardening. "Do you have anything that might fit better?"

"Well, I'd need to....uh...." Bryan stammered.

"Get a good measurement?" Doris purred. Bryan nodded, his jaw slack and mouth gaping as Doris turned her back into him, rubbing her bare back against his shirt. Her hands moved to his, lifting them to her bare breasts, a shiver going through her spine as the new girls were covered for the first time by a hand that wasn't hers. Already the electric heat started pulsing through her body; the build up slower, the extra time more enjoyable than the instant revving of her engine she experienced only an hour ago. The wet inferno began to heat up in her belly as the fingers started to move, rubbing and pinching her nipples between them. Doris let out a soft sigh, her eyes shut, her lips slightly sucked in between her teeth as she concentrated on the feelings coursing through her body.

Doris let out a low moan as Bryan's hands snaked over her body, one hand moving back and forth between her tits, caressing them, teasing them, playing with her nipples, and the other slid lower over her stomach

"Feel's nice," he said, leaning down to her ear, his breath crashing into the ticklish skin of her neck. Goosebumps rode a wave of shivers through Doris's body. 

"Honey, this isn't anything, yet," Doris said playfully. She and Genie exchanged a knowing glance and Bryan's fingers ventured further down, skirting Doris's abs and meeting the top of her sweats. "Not yet," she said and spun away from the clerk, noting how delicious it felt to have her boobs move with her and jiggle. She could only imagine what it looked like to her two onlookers. Her eyes met Genie's and she smiled devilishly. "I don't think we need any one else coming into the store, do we?" Doris said cutely, putting her arms behind her back and smiling cutely, her right foot twisting slowly on her toes. The effect was immediately noticeable on Bryan and the impish, big-chested look made his cock jump.

"I could get..." he said slowly, some sense slowly ebbing back into his brain, trying to over come the shock of the situation. Genie moved in front of him, her come-fuck-me eyes looking deep into his, her index finger laying on his lips, quieting him. 

"No, you won't get fired," she said softly. She moved away from Bryan, circling behind him like a shark, her hands trailing to his chest and staying there as she moved. It was only until she was pressing her lithe frame into his back that her hands moved, dancing down Bryan's fit chest and stomach, slowly untucking his shirt as her finger tips swayed. It was time for Doris's eyes to take in the view as Bryan's lightly-fuzzed, tanned and toned stomach came into play.

"Maybe you're not just another metro-sexual clone," she said, hooking her thumb in her sweats, the motion hitching them low enough she knew there would be two sets of eyes looking at the luscious crimson fur that was just exposed. She closed the distance to Bryan, her petite hips swinging with all the seduction Doris could muster. She was made aware of how wet she was getting again, the seam of the pants softly stroking her distended lips with each movement she made. Her muscles quivered under her skin as a sensuous chill ran though her body, running from her pussy to her toes and thenlike a shot to the back of her head, her whole body tingling with after shocks.

Her fingers joined Genie's, moving along the clerk's belly, tickling the skin. Doris forcefully unbuckled Bryan's belt and unsnapped the fly. The zipper came down and Doris's lips closed on his neck, tasting the salt that was accumulating there. She pulled him down by his shirt, her teeth finding his ear a split second after it was enveloped by her lips.

"Did your fingers go all shy?" Doris whispered, her lips brushing Bryan's ear lobe every time they moved. She felt Bryan's ear move with his smile only an instant before his fingers found her tits, her nipples, playing again. Doris's hands moved down to Bryan's boxers, finding the waist band and another pair of hands at the same time. Her eyes drifted to find Genie's over Bryan's shoulder, the emerald pools almost a reflection of each other as four hands found Bryan's hard cock. Doris's fingers tangled with Genie's as they stroked his growing rod, pulling it free from the silk confines. Bryan gasped as it was brought into fresh air. His hand moved down Doris's skin, the feel of his rough finger tips tickling her and making her jump. The motion made her free tit jiggle delightfully and she moaned as she playfully bit his ear.

The feeling of his fingers going lower, finding her new thick, silky patch of blood-red fur made her whole body shiver and Doris felt herself cum from the touch. It came out of nowhere, but the next thing she knew, she was on her knees, her legs shaking, and her hands were still gripping Bryan's cock. Opening her eyes was a Herculean task, the glittered blackness giving way to store light filtering in through half-lidded eyes. She found herself staring at his cock, she felt her tongue snake out to wet her lips. Doris could feel the heat radiating from him on her cheeks. The smell of his arousal was palpable; sweat and pre-cum mingling in the air, tickling Doris's nose. Genie's hands were joining her own in softly stroking the rigid pole and her eyes were devouring the scene. 

A shiver ran through Doris, seemingly collecting in her sex, making a circuit from deep within her to her clit and back again. She could feel the moisture gathering on her pussy lips just before it dripped slowly to her sweats and ran in a thin sheen down her thighs. The wet heat quickened the sensations boiling under her skin. The need to taste filled her mind, but something was pushing that thought out, something she couldn't place.

With a devilish grin, she stood up, her hands still stroking the meat contained in her and Genie's hands. She flashed Genie a look and she felt the growingly familiar tingle go through her mind. Genie's face twisted into a devilish smile as well.

"Bryan," Doris said, shifting her gaze up to his face. His hazel eyes opened dreamily, trying to stay focused on her eyes, but his shuddering body kept forcing them closed. His mouth was open, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the girls worked his cock. "Bryan, I need you to listen to me, honey," Doris said, running one of her hands up to his cheek, stroking it lightly with her nails, the other moving down to his balls, letting Genie have full access to his rampant tool while she hefted his steaming balls.

"Ye...yeah?" stammered Bryan, obviously fighting to clear his head.

"Bryan, I'd really like to get a shirt from you."

"Uh...what? Um...okay," he said, his brain trying to fight back to reason.

"But not today," Doris said, dropping her hand back down to Bryan's cock, rubbing her thumb on the throbbing purple head. A dejected look crossed Bryan's face only to be replaced by a full body shiver, forcing him to fight to keep standing. "Are you working tomorrow?"

"Nooo," Bryan half-moaned.

"Bryan, we're going to ask again," Doris said, her hand moving to stroke Bryan's rod faster while rolling his heavy sac around in her hand. Genie's fingers sped up to match Doris's strokes and it looked like Genie was helping to hold him up. She closed the space between them and Bryan's cock started making small strokes on her belly, smearing his drooling pre-cum on her creamy flesh. She pushed lower and Genie followed suit, the two girls jerking him off feverishly while his mushroom drifted through Doris's carpet. "Are you going to be working tomorrow?"

Bryan swallowed hard and tried to croak out an answer but couldn't. He nodded dreamily as another shiver ran through his body, almost sending him to his knees.

"Good," Doris said, speeding up even more, her thumb stroking over the fleshy crown of his head on every pass. "Then tomorrow, we'll let you cum," she said and stopped abruptly, bouncing up on her toes to kiss his cheek. Laughing devilishly she pushed away and Genie quickly followed suit, leaving Bryan with his cock twitching and a dumbfounded look on his face. Doris nearly skipped out of the store, stopping occasionally to turn around and look at Bryan, knowing she was giving him a great view of her bouncing tits as she did so. Doris grabbed a shirt off the rack on her way by and pulled it on over her head. It was still a snug fit over her chest, but it wasn't stretched as much as the one she had been wearing.

"Head home?" Doris asked Genie once they were out in the mall's plaza again. Genie looked around at all the faces looking at them, the effect not being lost on Doris, either. "Genie, did all of these..."

"Yes, they all saw us in the store with Jackie while you were 'shopping' for a new waist."

"Maybe we should get the fuck out of here before we're gang raped," Doris said, looking for the nearest exit. She felt a tingle run though her brain again.

"Like you'd protest," Genie said under her breath.

"What was that?" Doris almost shouted. Anger started to cloud her face until Genie smiled her perfect smile and the two moved as fast as they could for the exit.



Scythian Nights Ch. 04



**The feedback on this series has been amazing! Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to write comments or mention this series to me in the forum. Thanks again to my editor, Mistress Lynn, who has been diligently pounding away on this series for me. I couldn't get this written without her hard work.**

Her mind was still spinning from spending the morning at the mall. There were as many questions asked on the way home as there were on the way there, giving Doris lots of information and several ideas as well.

"Genie, we'll have to come up with a past for you," Doris said as she parked the car in her driveway. "Something legitimate that will stand up to scrutiny or a background check or something." 

"A properly worded wish is all that would take, Doris."

"True, but why waste the opportunity?" She felt her mind tingle for an instant but Genie still looked confused. "I haven't traveled in so long," Doris said as they started to get out of the car. "Gramma used to do it all the time, always traveling to the corners of the Earth, finding her rare treasures. I haven't been on a vacation since my sixteenth birthday.

Genie followed Doris into the house as she escaped the growing heat of the afternoon.

"Where did you say you were from again?"

"Scythia," Genie said. Doris almost shivered at the way the word rolled off Genie's tongue like molten sex.

"Where is that exactly?" Doris questioned, not remembering what Genie had said this morning, her brain clouded by the events at the mall. 

Going to one of the many recessed bookshelves of the house, Doris pulled out a leather-bound atlas. The book was over twenty years old, but something tickled her mind and told her that could be important. She lovingly set it down onto the dining room table and flipped the pages open to a picture of the Mediterranean. Genie stepped close to her; close enough for Doris to feel the tip of a nipple drag against her arm, only the thin fabric of the shirt between their skins. A delectable, subtle shock of lust rolled through her body.

"Well, here's where Scythia should have been," Genie said, pointing to Turkey and Syria. "This is where I should have been, somewhere up here." Pointing to northern Italy, she sighed. "Beyond that, I can't tell you much." 

"It's all right, dear, but we have things to discuss later," Doris said, her hand going to Genie's chin and lifting it slightly. "For now . . ." Her tongue snaked out to wet her lips. "We need to say goodbye to this body. I've had the figure of a ten-year old boy for my entire life, and I think we need to bid adieu to it." Genie's face immediately brightened. "Think you remember what I want?"

The tingle erupted again.

"Yeah," Genie purred. "Just thinking about it is making me all . . ." 

Her eyes drifted heavily to half-lidded slits and her body quivered slightly. Doris noted that the air smelled deliciously like rose petals and honey all of a sudden. 

"Looks like you enjoyed that," Doris said quietly. "Thinking about the mall today?" Genie's eyes closed and her lips clamped shut, managing to squeak and nod.

"Thinking about Jackie's pussy? Thinking about what I was going to have her do before I passed out?" Doris prodded, stepping closer to Genie. "Thinking about her friend's pink tongue splitting those lips while Valerie's fingers spread her open? You read my mind, you know that's what was going to happen," Doris continued, taunting Genie. Genie's eyes glazed over, her breathing shallow and ragged, tits perceptively jiggling with every galloping beat of her heart, nipples erect and throbbing under the thin cotton of her T-shirt. 

"Genie," Doris said, enjoying the look of her friend's body heating up, not able to ignore the effects it was having on her own. "I want you to not read my mind until I tell you to again." Genie seemed to snap out of her lust-induced fugue and her eyes focused on Doris. 

"Yes, Doris," she said, sighing happily. 

She smiled as Doris rapidly closed the distance between them, their lips meeting only an instant after their bodies collided into each other. Doris felt Genie stiffen in shock and then relax, her hands stroking Doris's back slowly, their bodies rubbing; firm tits against firm tits, hip against hip, thigh between thigh. The kiss seemed to last forever in Doris's mind, the perfect kiss, her first real kiss; the first time she truly wanted her lips pressed to another's, and she was relishing every delirious second of it. The heated touch of soft flesh and fingertips was electric, making Doris's hair stand on end and goose bumps dance over her skin. The sensation was growing to her first feelings in the mall only a few hours before, but the build was slow, intentionally slow, matching the speed of Genie's hands on her back. 

Doris slowly realized that her eyes had shut and white-hot sparks were dancing in the edges of the black vision. They fluttered open, only to gaze straight into the lust-fogged eyes of Genie, staring back at her through the kiss. At that exact second, Genie's fingernails raked up Doris's ribs, tickling her, the sensation mingling with the electric heat rolling through her body like slow thunder. Doris whimpered into Genie's mouth as their lips parted simultaneously, tongue tips dancing to mingle lightly, licking lips that did not belong to them. Doris shuddered, feeling her core heat up and her juices start to flow. The pressure on her crotch from Genie's leg was enticing. The feeling of their firm breasts and taut nipples rubbing on each other through the thin material of their shirts was exhilarating.

Genie's tongue danced with Doris's for an instant, darting into her mouth, licking her lips softly. Doris mimicked her clumsily, but with a patience that belongs only to a good student. Genie's mouth tasted of the barest hint of strawberries, the light and airy flavor matched only by the ministrations of the tongue softly caressing Doris's mouth. Doris realized that she had been holding her breath, but that didn't bother her, not now, not with Genie. Her body forced her to breathe, however, and it came in a shuddering gasp as the two sets of lips parted, their tongues dancing away from each other.

"Oh wow," Doris panted, her heart pounding in her chest. Little shocks and quakes rocked her body, coursing slowly from her toes to what seemed to be the very tips of the hair on her head, her whole body tingling. "So yeah," she said waiting to catch her breath. 

Her hands went to her shirt hem and pulled it off for the second time today. She felt her tits bounce free, her nipples hardening into diamonds when the cold air hit them directly and mixed with the sensations besieging her mind and skin. She looked down at her flawless skin. Her pink nipples stood proudly on a chest that felt like hers yet didn't look like hers. Between her heaving cleavage she saw her flat stomach, and the barest hint of crimson fur just under the top of her sweat pants. She bit her lower lip softly, her eyes drifting to Genie's feet, up her legs, swimming in her waist, drinking in the vision of her chest, and drowning in her eyes. Without thinking, Doris pushed her pants down, and stepped out of them, standing completely naked before her own personal Sex Genie. 

"I must be dreaming." Doris sighed, making Genie smile. 

"What is your wish, my Mistress?" she purred in response, taking a step closer to Doris, almost completely closing the distance between them.

"Strip for me," Doris said in a husky voice. 

She could feel the heat pouring off Genie's body, and could smell the faintest odor of fresh baked cookies, the scent making her unexpectedly hotter. 

"Do it slowly, dance for me while you do it, make me enjoy it," Doris said demurely. 

She slowly moved in for another tender kiss, her body shivering from head to toe at the touch of soft lips to soft lips. Doris snaked her tongue along Genie's lips as her mouth opened, tasting the flavor of sweet strawberries again. Doris broke the kiss as slowly as she started it and then retreated to the living room, settling on her couch, legs spread. Draping her left hand over her thigh, it gave her fingers just enough room to touch and tease her opening flower. She licked her lips as she felt the wet heat gathering there, watching Genie dance into the room. 

Music started playing, low and slow, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. The light filtering through the curtains dimmed just a little, save for where Genie swayed into the room. An invisible spotlight moved with her, making her seem to glow slightly in the deepening shadows. Genie's body began rocking to the music; primeval drums at first, then joined by stringed and wind instruments that were unfamiliar to Doris. Genie's hips rocked rhythmically with the music, grinding sensuously against an invisible lover, pivoting and twisting as she stepped forward. Her hands were not idle either, tracing along her skin, their tips dragging up the hem of her shirt, exposing olive skin beneath the white fabric. The material rose and fell with her movements, the deliberate gyrations working with gravity to pull it back down, only to rise again from the motions of Genie's fingers, each time just a little higher.

Doris wet her lips, her head swimming as her eyes drank in the beauty before her. Genie slowly turned to profile, still dancing to the primeval music enveloping the small house. Her eyes unlocked from Doris's wanton stare, and Doris palpably felt Genie's gaze drag down her body, her skin tingling as those molten pools of lust traveled down her neck, along her collar bone, drinking in the generous swelling of her nipples, one at a time, before raking lower. Doris's mind was hazy with lust, and that feeling combining with the euphoria was on the verge of overloading her system again, her heart pounding like a jackhammer in her chest.

Lower still the gaze went, the electric pressure felt like feathers made of ticklish lightening as they moved. Doris's hands slid up her thighs, leaving her drooling pussy alone while Genie's stare continued through her Mistress' pubes, caressing the thick thatch of fur there, and then lightening up to ever so softly stroke the bare flesh on either side of her parted lips. For an instant, a delicious, painfully yearning instant, the feeling was gone. Doris came down at the shock of the lack of the feeling, her eyes fluttering open and meeting Genie's eyes once more. There was the look of a succubus on Genie's face; hungry, powerful, playful, and sensual all at the same time. That look turned devious and Genie's eyes shot down to Doris's exposed and open sex. The gaze seemed to tease around Doris's clit, dancing around her open sex as the look ravaged every erogenous zone on Doris they could find.

Doris squirmed and squealed as the feelings shot through her body. She tried desperately not to close her legs and block Genie's view, her toes curling and legs twitching, making her slide on the couch as it got wetter and wetter with the generous amount of juices pouring from her pleasured pussy. Her hands were firm, grasping the couch, her nails digging into the material, arms shaking as her body rocked under her. Doris realized she would have been screaming at the top her lungs if she had had any breath at all. That was hardly important to her just then; her whole world was Genie's tactile focus on her body and the feelings unlike anything else she had ever imagined. 

Curling almost on its own volition, Doris could no longer keep her body from doing so. That piercingly enticing gaze left her pussy, ravaging her skin, up her thigh, along the crest of her hip and lightly caressed both nipples before leaving her skin again. Doris managed to force her eyes open as her body still twitched from the orgasm that was coursing slower and slower through her, filling her with a fuzzy fog, making her whole body pulse from her toes to her scalp. She tried to regain her composure as she watched Genie, still in profile, cross her arms over her belly and grab the hem of her shirt. Hips still slowly moving to the music, Genie lifted the shirt steadily, her whole body swaying and gyrating, offering the new Mistress a delectable side-view of her Sex Genie. The material uncovered her perfect belly, the tan swell of her flawless tits, the perky, small brown nipples, and finally the gentle swoop of Genie's neck as she pulled the shirt clear. 

The long crimson mane flowed like fire through the shirt as the long locks were shaken out. The wild, loose curls flailed everywhere; cascading down her shoulders, concealing her face slightly, save for those emerald eyes. Doris managed to sit back up, watching as Genie moved toward her again, this time her hands teasing down her body, one straying to her firm, bouncing chest, the other drifting lower, snaking down olive flesh until it was on top of gray cotton. Softly she stroked down the flat of her lower belly, the music becoming more primitive, the bass filling the small house, the volume becoming louder, and the tempo picking up. It almost reminded Doris of 80's metal with more drums instead of guitars 

Genie really started getting into it, with her body coiling like a snake in time with the music. Leaving her side still turned to Doris, she thrust her hips to the music, humping the air before her in powerful, slow strokes in time with the deepest of the drumbeats. Her fingers curled around the crotch of her pants and she closed her eyes, letting the beat take her as her body moved with the music. Her other hand was playing with her nipples, pinching them and pulling them, eliciting little quivers from Genie's body that made her swoon with the music as well as rock to the beat. Genie spun to face Doris, squatting low to the ground as she did so, running her hands down the insides of her thighs and then back up to her crotch. Doris's lust-fogged eyes didn't miss the fact that her Genie's running pants had a growing dark spot on the light gray material.

Gyrating while spinning slightly on her toes, Genie stood, Doris taking in the shapely ass in front of her. The music kicked up another notch, the bass trembling in Doris's body, vibrating her clit and reverberating in her nipples. She found that she had started playing with herself again, her pussy almost swimming in her juices as she watched Genie. The twin globes of her ass still encased in the cotton pants called to her, the small of her back arching, the muscles coiling and uncoiling just above the hem and just below the thick crimson curtain raining down her back. 

Sinking back to the ground, her hips twisting and thrusting with the music, Genie danced with her back turned to Doris. She slowly rose back up, her fingertips raking up the backside of her legs, starting at her calves. Doris felt her heart jump in her chest and her pussy clench, squishing wetly as she realized the fabric was shredding under Genie's climbing nails. The skin revealed was the perfect olive-tan of the rest of her body, smooth and almost luminescent in the soft glow of the fading light. 

Genie plunged to the floor again, her hips swaying and pumping. The muscles beneath the smooth, dark skin coiled and uncoiled like serpents with her movements. Doris felt her mouth go dry at the sight of Genie rotating a quarter turn, and then slowly rocking to the floor again. The material of her jogging pants spread and opened around her legs, promising to expose every inch of her from toes to hip, but some how managed to stay together. 

Swaying as she stood, Genie's hands again trailed up her endless legs, the fingers swimming in the fabric, tracing swirling patterns through the cloth. The sides of the pants joined the back of the legs and were flayed open in the wake of Genie's fingers. Again, more of those perfect legs were exposed, and Doris noted with delight that small ribbons of fabric slid down those statuesque legs to the floor, small pieces from where the tears in the pants intersected

Another quarter turn, and Genie gyrated her hips slowly with the music as it changed tempo. She flung her hair forward and then snapped it back, clearing her face, letting those eyes dance across Doris's body again. She shivered at the memory of that look last time, her core heating up another notch as her stomach quivered. For one perfect instant in Doris's mind, there was only she and Genie. No music, no dancing, no growing wetness. There was only a connection between the two, a moment shared, and it made Doris's heart skip a beat.

The feeling of cool electricity took Doris out of that infinity and made her cry aloud with pleasure. Her head rocked back, and she felt Genie's gaze savagely dance across her body. Every erogenous zone, every ticklish spot, every hair on her body was alive with the feeling of pleasure. Doris was vaguely aware that she was screaming and panting, her voice no longer her own, but it had become something feral, even primeval. Her head snapped forward, her breath was ragged, and she locked her eyes on Genie's face. Their eyes met for an instant and the feeling left Doris, but the aftershocks of Genie's effect on her body were still rolling through her like echoes of thunder. 

Genie's fingers were moving on her body again, sliding along her skin to the heavy rhythm as it began to gain tempo once more. With her eyes shining, her fingers went to her breasts, kneading them like dough. The dark nipples surrounded by small areola stood proud on those globes, and her fingers assaulted them mercilessly as she mauled her own tits. Her hips never stopped keeping time, the loose and shredded fabric of her pants hanging off her in thick ribbons, exposing ever more of those delicious, sculpted legs.

The music escalated quickly, and Genie's hands again went down her body, raking quickly, slicing the thin gray fabric again as they met the cloth. These slices started at the top elastic band and threatened to cause the remaining material to fall away completely, but it did not. Her fingers lifted from the material as she ground her way down to the floor, the exposed globes of her ass nearly touching the carpet as she slowly rocked back up. This time her hands swam along the insides of her thighs and around to the crest of her hips, causing the running pants to almost peel open like a banana. Doris yearned to see her Genie naked. It turned into an almost palpable desire, her blood pulsing, her breath gasping, and her pussy quivering at every shred of fabric that fell to the floor in the growing pool around Genie's feet. 

Genie was still wearing ribbons of pants, her crotch soaking the material where it clung to her sex. Even in the dim light and around Genie's gyrations, Doris's eyes took in the sight of the gentle swell of Genie's mound, the subtle outlines of her opened pussy inside the fabric, and the barely perceivable bud of her clit. Her smell was exotic; it was wine and honey mixed with the smell of fresh baked cinnamon rolls. Sugar, passion, and sex all filled Doris's nostrils, mingling with her own growingly familiar scent and a mixture of sweat carried on the waves of heat and passion between the two. 

Genie kept pumping and grinding her hips against the air in front of Doris, her movements carrying her across the living room until she was within leg-reach of Doris. Genie spread her legs, giving Doris a perfect view of her toned, parted thighs as they slid out from their shredded fabric encasement. The two girls locked their eyes again, the nearly identical green pools pulling the girls closer as they became acutely aware of the lusty, glassy-eyed stares looking back at them. Genie's eyes drifted down her own body as she brought her index finger to her mouth, looking innocent as she could standing there. Her red locks flared about her shoulders, her upper arms pressed her bare tits with their hardened nipples together and seemed to hold them out for Doris to consider. Lastly, her shredded pants trembled with the movements of Genie's body and her thundering pulse, promising to expose everything except the bit that Doris's mouth was watering for. 




Scythian Nights Ch. 04



Genie's finger popped quietly from her mouth, her tongue following behind it, wetting her lips slowly before gliding back between those perfect pink petals and meeting her tongue. The finger drifted slowly down her body, glistening in the golden glow, changing its path and weaving circles as it kept time with the music, going ever lower. The digit found the top of what remained of her waistband and cut in to it slightly. The final graze of her fingernail destroyed what was left of the jogging pants and they pooled around her feet. Moving before Doris could see, Genie's hands cupped the freshly exposed pussy, her hips starting to rock vigorously with the music. She violently ground against her hand for a few moments, her gyrations never missing a beat, her fingers working the thin fabric to play with the pussy under it.

Then the music stopped. Silence filled the air between them, silence punctuated by raspy breath and the wet sounds of Doris's fingers flying on her own soaked snatch. A heavy drum beat made Doris jump, her fingers raking unexpectedly across her clit, making her cry out in pleasure. Genie moved with the beat, her hand uncoiling from her crotch, her fingers glistening in the dim light.

There was the perfection incarnate where her hand had just been. Doris lost herself in the sight of the open, cum slicked pussy before her. The lips were open wide and very delicate, the rest of the gyrating sex was perfectly formed, smooth, and wet. Her proud little clit was standing at full attention, just peeking out from under its folded hood of flesh, the little pearl just as wet as the rest of the pink silk, and begging to be sucked, licked, and nibbled. Doris couldn't see a hint of hair on either side of the invitingly open slit of her Genie, but the red thatch that was above that object of desire was nearly as thick as her own new, cum slicked carpet.

Her own pink tongue snaked out and wet her lips, and Doris realized that she was softly playing with her pussy again. A last, loud beat of an ethereal drum sounded and Genie fell to her knees in front of Doris, the folds of her pussy lips still visible in shadow in the cleavage of her hanging breasts as she leaned forward on her arms. Her face was inches away from the junction of Doris's thighs, the heat of Genie's breath crashing against her skin. 

"Wow," Doris said after a few seconds, her hands leaving her soaked crotch.

"What does my Mistress desire?" Genie asked, her voice almost purring as she let her breath caress Doris's excited sex. She shuddered and involuntarily rolled on her side as her stomach muscles fluttered again. She forced herself up again, Genie still prostrated before her, those eyes staring deeply into those of her panting mistress.

"I wish that you could feel exactly what I feel in every sensual and sexual manner." 

Doris sighed, her muscles rippling under her skin at the tingling from the heat from Genie's breath and body. Doris could see Genie's body try to curl in on itself. Her eyes closed slowly and her back arched forward, her arms and legs trembling under her. After a few delicious seconds, she seemed to regain herself, and Genie picked her head back up to look Doris in the eyes. Her whole body glistened with sweat in the low light.

"I wish," Doris said quietly, "that every time I touch you, I feel that exact touch on my own skin, in the same place I'm touching you." 

Genie took a step closer, her body still reeling with her own senses as well as those of her mistress. Doris leaned forward, her ass sliding on the wet couch cushion, her body aching from the intense orgasms she'd been experiencing, and examined at Genie's pussy from only an inch away.

Doris felt breath on her mound; hot breath coming in ragged gasps. Both women moaned lowly, almost growling from the hot caress, a little shiver coursing through them. Slowly, Doris stuck her tongue out, tentative, trembling with desire and curiosity. As she felt the soft tip make contact with Genie's silken folds, she felt the same contact on her own pussy, the feeling making her jump. Licking more fervently, she tasted Genie's honeyed cum on her tongue, feeling her own phantom tongue touching herself.

"Oh my god!" Doris moaned, her lips seeking Genie's clit. "I could live off your cunt! You taste absolutely divine!" 

The words made Genie moan, the impact of the breath of each one making the linked sexes quiver. Doris took a long lap of Genie's slit and then slid her tongue in as far as it could go, feeling the moist intruder slide inside her own, aching hole. 

"It's like I'm drinking nectar that's never been tasted before. It's like I'm drinking ambrosia," Doris said, coming up for air. Genie sighed deeply and looked down at the set of green eyes peering through the crimson curtain below her.

"Mistress, my legs . . ." is all she managed to say before Doris lapped the juices tenderly from her snatch and locked her lips around the quivering clit before her. Doris moaned as she drank in Genie's sex, the motions on her own inexperienced sex making her come hard and fast again.

"How about that for a name, honey?" Doris said after letting her body come down from the high and ride the waves of ecstasy. "Ambrosia."

"Mmmm, given the context, Doris, I love it," Ambrosia said deliciously. 

Both girls smiled devilishly and Doris stood up, her body rubbing against Ambrosia's nipples, rocking her furry mound against Ambrosia's almost bare sex. Both girls shivered again, Doris getting a double dose of excitement from the touch.

"I think I'll call you Amber for short," Doris said, smiling. She kissed Genie square on the lips, but softly. Their tongues danced around each others, parting quickly, with both girls out of breath.

"I love that, too, Doris," Genie said, her eyes opening a split second after Doris's.

"Amber. I wish my hips were shaped as the ones we chose earlier today," Doris said, clearing her throat and trying to sound like she was in authority.

"Your wish is granted," Amber said. 

She ran her hands down Doris's frame from her heaving sweat-slicked chest down the curve of her ribs and along the new swell of Doris's hips. Her fingers dragged lightly along the new crest of the hipbones and down along the thick thatch of ruby hair nestled between them. Doris closed her eyes and let the electricity fill her body and the sensuality fog her mind. She felt as if she was falling, but she knew it was just the tingle of her new friend's touch.

"Amber, I wish I had the waist we selected earlier today," Doris said, the strength in her voice waning as her belly warmed and she felt a fresh wetness between her legs. Amber closed the distance between them, their nipples wrestling with each other as the two girls breathed. 

She leaned in to Doris's ear and let her lips nibble on the lobe as she spoke. "Your wish is granted." 

Doris felt herself falling faster and faster as Amber's hands slid over her body, her thumbs joining at her clit for a split second before traveling up through her bush to her belly button and then to her new, narrow waist. Ambrosia's fingernails stroked up and down the skin there, moving from the swell of Doris's new tits down to narrow waist and back down to the flaring hips. Doris blacked out from the sensation, falling on the couch as her body over-rode her mind in pure desire and hyper-sensation. She came to seconds later to Amber cradling her body, the hot flesh of the girls sliding in the sheen of sweat they both had developed.

"Amber," Doris said after her eyes could focus again. "I wish to have the ass we selected earlier today," her voice just a whisper, trembling and almost silent. 

Ambrosia's fingers again slithered across her new body, the tips and nails just barely caressing Doris's new figure. She felt herself coming in a continuous flow now from that touch and from the anticipation of something more than fingers caressing her skin and new form.

They kissed again, hot breath colliding an instant before wet lips and searching tongues found each other, dancing into each other's mouths.

"There is one last thing I want before I check out this new body of mine," Doris said, breaking the kiss after an eternity of electricity raced up and down her spine. 

She felt the briefest of tingles shortly before Amber's eyes flashed wide in surprise, lust, and shock. Doris barely hesitated before sliding two of her fingers up inside Amber's dripping sex, feeling the movements copied on her own wanton flesh. She felt the Genie's hymen only for an instant before her fingers broke through the thin barrier. Doris shared Amber's pain for an instant before total darkness embraced her.