[A] Genie's [Night] -- PM to Play

[MorbidIce]

[A] Genie's [Night] In

Time setting// Modern
Place Beach
Genre Fantasy -- A free genie who has yet to find a new master..

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The evening had been taxing, mortals staring at her as she passed on the street. It could of been her multicolored pink hair, or the fact that she was wearing a sarong as a dress; which in Samhain, viewed by the humans, was considered wearing next to nothing. Bare feet made no sound as she passed, hundreds of years worth of practise giving her that edge that professional assassins didn't even have. Tarnished gold chain hung from her fingers, being swung around so that the large emerald pendant caught the light as it peaked and then swung downwards.

Humans, the scourge of the earth; one couldn't help but be bitter after thousands of years of serving the vermin.

Pacing steps finally came to a rest when she had reached a place farthest away from humans as possible; the beach. No one bothered the beach at night, and it was a perfect time to catch some sleep. Dropping to her knees in the wet sand, Mercedes dug a whole in the mushy grains before putting her necklace in and covering it back up; water lapping up to wet her knees as she did so. It was a perfect place to hide, and no one would find her -- Short of using a metal detector. Standing, the genie vanished it a puff of sparks, off to rest for the moment.

Although, there was one thing she hadn't counted on. High tide. The water lapped in and out, pulling sand with it, pushing and pulling the necklace along once it was uncovered. Wet grains of sand clung to it like a lover, the necklace finally being deposited further up on the beach.

 

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"Tony! You'll be late for the costume party!"

"Roger, I don't know about this. This... outfit. You can see my legs right through the material, it's tight in the crotch, and I weren't wearing this vest, I'd be naked from the waste up!"

"Well, you'd be wearing a hat..."

"This isn't a hat! It's a turban! My head's already sweating in it!"

"Well, you have to dress the part. You're supposed to look like a sultan!"

"I look like a strip-o-gram for a sorority party!"

"Hey! How did you know where I got that costume?"

"Look, Roger. Why are you here? I thought you had a date for the party."

"I do. Here's her jewelry!"

"You stole her jewelry?"

"No -- You're a rich sultan, so you have to wear it."

"Great, Roger. Now I look like a strip-o-gram and a bad fashion model. You know, I can't believe I agreed to go on a blind date with your date's sister! I'm meeting her at the party, right?"

"Well, Tony, I have some bad news about that..."

"This jewerly is awful."

"Yeah, it doesn't go with your eyes. Now with your eyes, I think you should wear a gold necklace."

"Roger! Do I look like I *own* a gold necklace?"

"Oh, wait. I have one. Here, wear this!"

"Your date has strange taste in jewelry, Roger."

"That's not my date's jewelry. I found it on the beach."

"You found it on the beach? Well no wonder it looks a little tarnished..."

"Here, let me rub it for you."

"Roger! Get out of here! Go drive your date to the party!"

The door slammed behind him. Roger entered and started driving the car where his date was waiting for him. "Roger, did you tell your friend that my sister couldn't make it?"

"Uh oh..." thought Roger.

OOC: Thanks to Ms. Ice for the opportunity and putting up with all this.


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[MorbidIce]

ooc// You're very welcome.

ic//

The minute the necklace had been picked up, she'd been aware of it- The sensation of nearness invaded her senses, waking the sleeping genie.

The person had been lucky they hadn't rubbed the necklace, Mercedes was not a graceful waker- Much like any woman who hadn't slept in a long time and needed a nap; only to be rudely awakened.

Simply falling back asleep, the genie could hear the masculine voices in the background, a steady drone in the back of her mind; how she would of loved to make their lips magically stick shut, or their tongues vanish.

Unfortunately, one couldn't do that to their prospective master -- It was in the genie codebook of rules.

Mercedes was a mischevious thing, young by genie standards- Only having been created a couple of thousand years ago. It could of accounted for her odd sense of style- Then again, young adults were so prone to branch off on their own.

All she knew was that if one of them touched the necklace and rubbed it in any way in the next fifteen minutes, someone was going to be turned into a jackass- Er, that is, a donkey.

Blearily looking outside the necklace with her mind's eye, Mercedes was forced to take a double look; a /sultan/? Had she been cast back in time again? Oh how fortunate!

Finally opportunity presented itself and the other human left, leaving her master alone; although he wasn't to stay that way for long. Bright flash of light was preceeded only by the sound of bells, smoke blinding his vision momentarily- And when it cleared, mercedes stood infront of him in all her arabian glory.

Pink/red layered hair and all.

Smile curved cherry painted lips as she took a low bow. "And how may I serve thee master this evening?" She purred, accent prominant.

 

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"Tony! Enjoying the party?"

"How wouldn't I? I'm holding a piece of raw steak on my eye."

"That good, huh?"

"That good? Well let me tell you what was happening awhile ago..."

*****

"Why Tony, glad you could make it."

"Thank you Dr. Bellows."

"Did you come alone? I thought you brought a date for the evening."

"Well, I'm meeting her here, sir. She's a genie and I'm a sultan." Tony felt embarrassed saying this. "Uh... what are you two dressed as?"

"Oh, we haven't gotten into our costumes yet." Tony noticed Mrs. Bellows. She was eyeing him and looking him up and down. He immediately became aware of what -- or wasn't -- wearing. His naked chest was barely hidden by the vest. His white shorts of the costume were too small, emphasizing his groin. He wore sheer white leggings. Mr. Bellows licked her lips and eyed the young man.

"Well, I better go look for her, sir!" Tony entered the house, hoping to lose himself in the crowd. He didn't to tell his superior officer that his wife looking at him turned him on. He mingled, greeting the other staff from his base, while keeping out for his blind date.

Later in the evening, he had drunk a bit much, and felt surly being stood up. He bumped into someone and snapped back, "Hey! Watch where you're going!"

The other person in the front half of the horse said, "What? How dare you!"

"How dare me? How dare you! You and the other half!"

Dr. Bellows took off his horse head. "Major Nelson! You apologize to my wife immediately!"

"Dr. Bellows? Oh, I'm so sorry, sir."

Mrs. Bellows interrupted. She emerged from the other half of the horse. "No need to be sorry, Major. I'm sorry she couldn't make it. Oh, that's a lovely emerald you're wearing. It's so nice and hard... may I touch it?"

"Oh, certainly, ma'am", said Tony. "Here, let me polish it a bit first and..."

POOF. A great puff of smoke.

Coughing, Dr. Bellows exclaimed, "Major Nelson! What is the meaning of this?" Tony waved his hands, trying to disperse the pinkish red smoke.

*****

Roger said, "So that's how you got the black eye? Dr. Bellows punched you?"

"No Roger," continued Tony....

*****

"And how may I serve thee master this evening?", Mercedes purred.

"Where have you been all this evening? I've been waiting for you!"

"I have been with you all this time, Master."

"Err.. come here. Excuse us Dr. Bellows." Grabbing her hand, Tony brought her to a more secluded part of the patio. "What do you mean all this time?"

"I am a genie."

"Yeah, and I'm the sultan of Arabia."

Mercedes began laughing and smiled with glee. "How wonderful, Master!"

"No, not wonderful. What's the bit with you and that red smoke?"

"I do not understand."

"The smoke! The... the..."

"Oh, my poor master. Have you not seen magic before?"

"Magic? There's no such thing as magic!"

"Oh, of course there is!"

"Okay, genie..."

"Mercedes."

"Okay, Mercedes. Prove it. Use your magical powers to... to read my mind!"

*****

"And that," said Tony to Roger, "is when her eyes grew large, she got upset, and punched me in the eye!"


ooc: Icey, have Mercedes realize her mistake and attempt to comfort and make Tony forgive her. Or... Amanda Bellows, in her half of the horse costume, finds Tony and makes a pass at him. Mercedes becomes jealous and turns her into a REAL horse...


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[MorbidIce]

Mercedes was of course, off sulking as he related his story to his friend; stupid humans, so irriversably.. Stupid.

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She had been laughing inwardly as the other humans exclaimed their displeasure at her sudden appearance, the smoke widdling away to nothing as she stood there -- And having bowed, arms were then crossed over her breasts.


She looked the part of the genie, violet crushed velvet vest buttoned in the middle- Nothing underneath, a pair of violet bikini bottoms underneath a set of nearly transparent violet mesh pants. Even her shoes looked the part, gold and curly at the toe; the only thing that didn't match was her cottoncandy colored hair and gold eyes -- Which, were currently outlined in purple.

"Where have you been all this evening? I've been waiting for you!"

"I have been with you all this time, Master." And with that statement, she was hauled away to the side by her current master.

"What do you mean all this time?"

"I am a genie."

"Yeah, and I'm the sultan of Arabia."

And after several questions, Mercedes was told to prove herself.

Bah, humans, always looking for proof. Told to read her master's mind, the genie did so- Eyes widening at what she found there. Reaching back, she did what any girl would do...

She punched him in the eye.

Turning her back on her master, the genie huffed, arms recrossing over her breasts as Mrs. Bellows came up- eyeing Tony as he held his eye. The genie wasn't *that* mad, not mad enough to relinquish her master to another female.

She was here, she was all he needed for now.

Turning, she warned the other female. "Hands off lady, he's my sultan." And when she refused to listen, Mercedes smirked darkly.. And promptly turned her into a horse's behind. She snickered, grinning at the fact that she looked better as an animal's behind than a human.

 

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Tony suddenly believed in magic. There she was, Amanda Bellows half human half horse! Amanda jumped in a panic, but Tony grabbed her around the waist, holding her rear against his pants. Mercedes was still reading his mind, and could feel the pleasure Tony involutarily felt as Amanda equine hips were pressing into his cock. Mercedes was about to turn her into a REAL horse when...

"Ah, you must be Major Nelson's date for tonight. My name is Dr. Bellows. Thank you so much for attending. Your costume looks absolutely beautiful! Is your date around?" Tony jumped. He spun around, trying to hide Amanda behind him. "Oh, there you are, Major Nelson. Have you seen my wife around?"

Tony looked down at his pants. Now he had *two* things to hide from Dr. Bellows. He suddenly grabbed Mercedes and planted her in front of him. "Why Dr. Bellows," Tony said, blocking Dr. Bellow's view of Amanda with himself and Mercedes. "Fancy meeting you here." As Dr. Bellows tried looking to the right and left of Mercedes, Tony kept shifting behind her to block Dr. Bellow's view. As Tony slid behind Mercedes, Mercedes could feel him pressing against her, the thinness of her and his costume providing a good feel of his rather nice cock.

Dr. Bellows eventually gave up. "Well... Tony, if you do see Amanda, tell her I'm looking for her."

After Dr. Bellows left, Tony spoke up to Mercedes. "Okay, Mercedes. You turn Mrs. Bellows back before she got into that costume RIGHT NOW!"


OOC: Hmmm... maybe Mercedes turns Amanda back -- and the first time she got into that costume was when she was 22 and smexah. And/or Mercedes says she'll do it in return for the "dance of veils" (drool). Take care.



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[MorbidIce]

ooc// Or, I can keep it a surprise!

ic//

Mercedes had a rather smug smile on her face, having been pleased by the fact that she thought Amanda looked better as a horse than a human-- Although the fact that Amanda's mate had come up was rather daunting. Having still been connected to Tony's mind, Mercedes smiled cheekily at him, her voice for his ears only.

"You know, I could turn *you* into a horse as well so you could.. Couple with her."

The genie laughed, an intoxicating sound to be sure. Turning to Dr. Bellows, mercedes gave her best winning smile- A killer to be sure. "I haven't actually Dr. Bellows, I'm sorry." More and more she started to sound like these american humans, disguising her accent out of habit.

Jumping as Tony sidled in behind her, she purposely ground back against him, hands reaching back to grab his hips as she effectively hid him from the other. At Tony's warning, Mercedes laughed, turning to face him. "Is that a *wish* master, or a command?" Little beknownst to Tony, Amanada had been turned back at that very moment...

...With a few changes, but still the good ol' Amanda. Maybe just a few years younger.

 

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"Major NELSON!!!"

"Oh! Dr. Bellows! Uh... What can I do for you?"

"What is the meaning of this? What happened to my wife? She looks completely... younger...?"

Amanda glanced at her reflection in the window. "Younger? Oh, my! I do look younger!"

"You do? Yes! You do!" Tony nervously said. "You look marvelous," he forced a laugh.

Dr. Bellows softened, "Why Amanda... you look as young and beautiful as... a when we went to our first costume party. In that horse outfit..."

"Yes! Doesn't she look wonderful!", said Tony. "My date used to work as... an... uh... beautician! Yes, that's it. A beautician!"

"Why thank you, miss," said Dr. Bellows to Mercedes. "You know, we never formally met. I'm Dr. Bellows and this is my wife, Amanda. Tony, introduce us to your lovely young lady."

"Oh! Of course, sir. This is my blind date."

"Well, introduce us..."

"This my blind date... for the evening!"

"Doesn't she have a name, Major Nelson...???"

"Oh, right. A name. Her name is uh..." He heard a small M from nowhere, followed by many giggles. "Mmmm... uh..." Another piece of Mercede's name. "Mer...."

"Her name is Mer, Major Nelson?"

"Mercedes! Her name is Mercedes!"

"Well, if it took you that long to say her first name, I better not ask you her last. Very pleased to meet you, Mercedes. I appreciate the beauty tips you gave my wife. You must be a *very* talented young woman."



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[MorbidIce]

Mercedes turned to face Dr. Bellows as he approached, the genie arching a brow at the man's untimely manner of approaching -- Humans were rude and uncooth to each other, although they seemed to accept it well enough.

Smirking at the mention of Amanda looking younger, Mercedes smiled innocently, attaching herself to Tony's arm, staying quiet- Let the sultan speak for her, she wouldn't /dare/ interupt the master.

Well, that is, unless the master was doing a stand up job of making a complete and utter idiot of himself.

Mercedes was waiting on her master to end the conversation when suddenly the idea of her name came up; well, no one had *asked* for her name and so she hadn't given it. As an afterthought, the genie sidled up close to Tony's ear, mouth an "M" sound to him as he stuttered and mumbled.

"Mer-cedes." She finally used telepathy, rolling her eyes before stepping forward. "Thank you so very much, I pride myself on my work." She shot a glance to Tony, arching a brow before she turned back to Dr. Bellows, gaze staying only briefly on him before she looked to Amanda. "And remember dear, wear vertical stripes, they'd make you look *very* fetching. Now, if you'd excuse us, I'd like for Tony to get me a drink."

And that was that. Mercedes dragged Tony away, the genie laughing to herself.

Humans, foolish chattel.

"Come master, these foolish mortals do not know how to treat a sultan." She propelled him away from the party, through a hall to an empty room; closing and locking the door, leaving them both within the dark room- The genie not bothering to turn on the light, considering she knows nothing of electricity.

 

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Tony stumbled back in the darkness. But instead of finding furniture he felt... pillows? And not ones from a bed. These where honest-to-god round pillows to lounge on, not to sleep on.

"Mercedes... you turn the lights on and get us out of here right now!" Of course what one *says* and one *wishes* are not always the same thing. All night he had been wishing to take her. He had seen her breasts, pushing against her velvet vest. He wished he could lick them, suck them. He saw that she wore but a bikini underneath her transparent mesh pants. He wished that he could be between beautiful legs. He tried thinking other thoughts, but then he heard a faint flutelike melody, and the smell of incense.

He changed his mind. Wherever he was, he didn't want to be elsewhere. Well, at least without Mercedes.


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[MorbidIce]

In dragging him to the dark room, she was able to simply make herself and her master vanish, reappearing within a different realm altogether- One she thought more befitting of a sultan; of course, where this place was no one but Mercedes could say. "Are you so sure that is what you *wish*?" Mercedes purred, candles lighting up around the room, one by one, arabian decor mainly the center of attention; numerous large sitting pillows making up a bed instead of.. Well.. A bed! "That is not what your mind is saying." Crooking her finger at him in beckon, the genie smirked. "Make a wish, and let's see if it comes true, shall we?"

 

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Tony tried his best to comprehend what was going on. First the blind date. Then the smoke. Then Amanda becoming an ass and growing years younger. Oh, and there was a piece of raw meat as well.

His own raw meat was getting harder. His cock strained against the tight crotch of his costume. He was sweating at the insanity all around him. "Alright. I'm going to make a wish..." standing up he walked towards her. "I wish..."

He then took her and kissed her, holding her as long as he could in his arms. Breathlessly, he said, "I wish for you to love me forever".


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[MorbidIce]

She could feel the flutter of Tony's emotions, like a butterfly trapped in a web, sending ripples along her awareness. He was confused, that she could guess as much from the simple expression on his face.

He would learn.

She stood still, like a piece of art on display, not even breathing it seemed- Although her breath fluttered across his lips as he layed his own upon hers. Part of a genie's job description was to please their owners in all manners- Even to sexually stimulate if they so wished.

Loving and being loved in return wasn't part of the deal.

"It isn't as easy as that, but as you wish." Mercedes smirked, leaning her lithe body into his. Love was but a human emotion that she could act out without truly using any magic; and forever was only as long as his life spanned in all reality.

 

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Tony thought hard. He weighed the consequences of his "wishes", which could be twisted like the proverbial monkey's paw. Should he wish for sex from this beautiful gorgeous woman? Should he wish her back into the emerald and seal her away? Should he wish that he return back in time so that this nightmare never happened. He looked deeply at Mercedes, her velvet vest... her nearly transparent leggings... even her curly-toed shoes. He pondered at what he should say next.

Well, no he didn't. Instead he said, "Okay, Mercedes. Have it your way. I wish I were a sultan!"

Poor Tony.


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