“Hey Embs. Did you hear me? I found this weird lamp. It’s like a genie lamp. Oh!” Chelsea gripped it by the handle, setting it in her hand. She began to rub the side. “Look. Embs I’m like Aladdin. Maybe I’ll get a wish.”

“Chelsea what did I say about-”

Both girls stopped and looked to the tip of the lamp where a deep pink smoke was coming out from. It billowed in the air, almost fairytale like puffing up and snaking down between them. It pooled on the floor and started stretching upward slowly shaping out like a person.

“CHELSEA DON’T SAY A FUCKING WORD!” Ember screamed at the top of her lungs and began flipping through the book on the floor in front of her. She scanned every page, spells, memories, stories, even a whole four pages on the creation of Jumbani, she made a note to read over that later. Finally towards the middle she found it, the image of the lamp drawn on the page, drawn poorly she would add, but drawn.

The Lamp of the Genie Tentra

Found in a random pawn shop in Oklahoma of all places, the lamp holds the Genie Tentra inside. She holds a temper, a mean one, especially towards me. Do not use without careful understanding. While not typically a cruel breed, Tentra will make a point to distort your wish for her own amusement. 

Note: Genie wishes come in groups of three. After which time, the lamp will randomly teleport to a new location somewhere in the world to prevent the manipulation of wishes. 

Note: I have overridden the rule above. Tentra was not pleased.

Note: Tentra and I may or may not have had a lingering on and off thing.

Ember looked up just in time to see the smoke start to part, a person standing in the middle of it between her and Chelsea. Her heads up display was running at a million miles per hour. She had to deal with a genie now, not just a genie, but one of her grandmother’s exes. Who was also a genie scorned. Ember looked at Chelsea drawing a zipper over her mouth, she could see Chelsea already getting excited.

Tentra yawned, stretching her arms out wide. Smoke covered her body dripping off of it. Her pink skin tone began to fade, turning a rich copper tan. She was as tall as Ember but even more well endowed than Chelsea was in both her chest and ass. Ember felt herself get flushed just looking at her. Faded pink hair tumbled down in thick rich curls around her shoulders, smoke coalescing into a  long flowing dress made of multiple layers of transparent silk. Around her neck and hands sat bright golden cuffs that ran with chains that connected her wrists up to her neck. The chains seemed to be loose enough that they didn’t hinder her movement, instead hanging low, dangling like wind chimes.

Tentra turned, looking down at Ember. She scowled and rolled her eyes. “For goodness sake Selene. What poor soul did you rope into dealing with me now.”

Chelsea cleared her throat. “That would be me.” Ember turned shooting daggers at her. Chelsea just shrugged, turning her attention back to the genie.

Tentra turned, looking Chelsea up and down her face turned sour. “She replaced me with you. Selene kept me locked in my bottle for years in order to be with a pitiful thing like you.”

“Hey you don’t-” Ember started to cut the genie off when suddenly she felt a piece of fabric wrap itself around her mouth. Her wrists suddenly became heavy as she was yanked backwards against the wall by bright pink ropes. She tried to struggle, but as her back hit the wall, suddenly all air was forced out of her in a tight gasp around her gag. Her head dropped slightly, systems flickering on how to adjust.

“You do not get to talk to Selene. Not until I’m ready to accept your apology.” She turned her attention back to Chelsea. “As for you-”

The slap that rang out as Chelsea’s hand collided with the genie’s face rang out through the place. Ember’s head snapped up just in time to see the genie raise her head slowly turning it back to Chelsea.

“Now you listen to me! You do not get to come in here to Ember’s home and insult me, her girlfriend all because you and your ex had a little relationship spat! Now let Ember go and apologize to both of us for how you acted!”

The genie took a big breath, her already heavy chest swelling up even more as she puffed her breasts out into Chelsea’s face. “And who is this Ember supposed to-”

“Her! She is Ember! Now let her go!” Chelsea screamed pointing at Ember’s direction.

Both women turned to look at her. She managed a little wave with her hand, before struggling against her ropes again.

“Ha. Her name is Selene. She is playing you for a fool little girl. That there is a decades old witch.”

Ember shook her head, mumbling around the gag. “Mmmm Nttt.”

“Could you perhaps be confusing her with her grandmother? They look almost identical at this age.” Chelsea planted her hands on her hips, clearly annoyed.

Tentra walked across the room, her feet barely connecting with the ground. In fact to Ember she seemed to almost float over the floorboards. “I think I would know-” She cut out looking Ember over. “Yes. You are clearly right. This isn’t Selene.” She snapped her fingers and Ember stumbled forward onto her feet. “So then. Where is she?”

“My grandmother is dead. She died a few weeks ago.” Ember rubbed her jaw uncomfortably. She made a mental note, gags are really uncomfortable on the jaw.

“Oh.” Selene paused and turned away walking over towards the small circular window set into the wall. “I see.” She looked out of it, silently.

Ember looked over to Chelsea who nudged with her head over to Tentra. Ember rolled her eyes and shrugged. Chelsea crossed her arms and glared at her. Ember knew that look and decided it was best not to press the issue. She slowly walked over to Tentra stopping next to her. She looked over at the genie who seemed sad but was doing her best to hide it.

“Hey. I didn’t know my grandmother very well and I didn’t know about the magic side of her, until, well, really recently, but I suspect you meant something to her.”

“You are not good at this comforting thing Sel- Ember. Are you?”

Ember shrugged and shook her head. “No. Not really.”

“Very well.” Tentra wiped her cheek quickly and turned around. “I’d like to see what you’ve done with the place.” She made her way over towards the stairwell downstairs without breaking stride. “Come along girls. I am not one for patience.” She disappeared beyond the stairwell and down to the second floor of the house leaving Ember and Chelsea alone shocked.

“Uhh….” Chelsea paused looking over at Ember.

“I don’t know. But Chels. That book.” Ember pointed over to the large book that had fallen onto the floor. “That’s my grandma’s magic tome. It has all of her spells, all her experiences. It said that the lamp you rubbed was the lamp of the Genie Tentra and she and my grandma had a thing.”

“Way to go Selene.” Chelsea held up her hand for a high five.

Ember grabbed her wrist, shoving it back down. “No, not way to go, Selene. Things did not end well. You have got to be extra careful with your wishes. We have no idea what we’re dealing with here. This isn’t the game where things reset after.”

“I swear this better be a joke!” Tentra called from down the stairs.

Chelsea walked down the stairs first with Ember behind her. Down at the foot of the stairs Tentra stood with her hands on her hips. She was clearly annoyed. Chelsea and Ember paused, stopping just above the bottom step.

“Where is the furniture? Where is my shag carpeting and my popcorn ceilings? Where is my crescent moon chair? Where are my belongings?”

Chelsea looked up to Ember confused. “When was the last time you were out of your lamp?” Ember asked looking back shrugging.

“Nineteen Eighty Eight. Why what year is it now?”

Chelsea turned back shocked. “It’s Twenty Twenty Three. You were in that lamp for over thirty years.”

Tentra clenched her hands into fists. She began to swell, growing larger by the second. The light in the room seemed to dim as she grew. Her skin darkened, growing more red and enraged. “I was held hostage for thirty years! Selene betrayed me and kept me prisoner for decades!”

Ember instinctively ducked behind Chelsea. Chelsea sighed. “Tentra can you please calm down.”

“Calm down! Calm down! You expect me to-“

“Yes! This will accomplish nothing!” Chelsea screamed over the tirade of the genie.

Tentra turned glaring at Chelsea. She let out a heavy breath immediately deflating back to normal size. She crossed her arms over her chest angrily steaming.

Chelsea walked forward down the stairs and stopped in front of her. “I’m aware that you’ve missed a lot and and have reasons to be angry, but acting like that will not accomplish anything. So first things first.” She held out her hand to Tentra. “Hi. My name is Chelsea. It is nice to meet you.”

Tentra reached out and took her hand. “Tentra the Genie. But then you already know that.”

Chelsea shook her hand before releasing it. “Look, we're both pretty new to this whole magic thing. Any chance you can just give us the rundown of how genies work and maybe we can come to an agreement.”

Tentra groaned, jumping up and reclining on a cushion of air. “Hello yes I am a genie and my name is Tentra. I will grant you three wishes as you are the wielder of my lamp. After the third wish, my lamp will magically disappear to a random location on the earth. Or it would have if Selene had not cursed me to not travel and bound me to her forever.”

“But what is a genie?” Ember asked, leaning against the stairs.

“I do not like that you look like her.” Selene mumbled glaring at Ember. “A genie is a manifestation of magic. When an individual uses too much magic beyond their limit, they burn out converting into a being of pure magic themselves. They lose their identity and any memories instead becoming a genie.”

“Are there any rules for wishing?” Chelsea asked, waving her hand under Tentra in the empty space.

“Nope. I would caution anything involving bringing people back from the dead, it is not good to mess with the final resting of a soul. You also can not wish for more wishes. Outside of those limitations you may wish for whatever you want.”

Ember stepped forward. “If you could make a wish, Tentra. What would you wish for?”

“I would wish for my freedom from the cursed lamp. Since Selene bound me to it unmoving, the magic inside me builds up, unable to fulfill my true role. It is a curse now to be bound to it as it violates the fundamental law and purpose of a genie. I am a betrayer to my kind.”

Chelsea looked to Ember and pulled out her phone. She set to typing on it frantically.

Tentra leaned over looking at her confused. “Ember what is she doing there?”

“Oh she’s typing on her phone.”

“The last time I was released, telephones were mounted to the wall. Now they exist in the hand?”

“Wait til you find out about the internet.”

Chelsea shoved the phone over to Ember letting her read it. “Tentra, if you are super cool and not a bitch and give us good wishes, I promise to make it worthwhile to you. Think you can manage that?”

Ember typed a few fixes before handing the phone back to Chelsea. Tentra watched the two of them, eyeing the phone with suspicion.

“Then she may never rub my lamp. Her and her cursed family.” Tentra pointed a finger at Ember angrily.

Ember shrugged. “Honestly don’t need the wishes. So I’m fine with it. Is that all then? Can we move this train along?”

Chelsea nodded looking at Tentra. “So do we have a deal?”

Tentra nodded. “So long as I remain your genie, we shall have an accord. I shall treat you both with kindness and genuine choices.”

Chelsea nodded. “Great. Then let’s get wishing!”

Tentra nodded and stood up from her air cushion, her chest bouncing almost like an anime. Chelsea shook her head trying not to think about it. “Alright first wish. Tentra, I wish that you would draw on both my and Ember’s tastes, not taking them, but sensing what we wanted, how we felt, the things we liked, and used it to furnish the house, anything from reflooring to repainting, to decor and furniture, filling every room, except the attic which remains untouched, to be our perfect house. However, one room, your old room, shall be furnished any way you want because it is only polite that you should be allowed to live her for as long as you desire.”

Tentra paused and looked at the two girls. She stepped forward slowly and raised a hand gently placing it on top of each of their heads. Chelsea could feel a soft vibration in her head. All of the thoughts of her life and feelings flashed through her head in rapid succession as if she had a sudden flashback. She felt dizzy all of a sudden and stumbled backwards. Ember’s hands quickly wrapped around her, keeping her up. She was suddenly thankful she had a strong android girlfriend.

Tentra removed her hands stepping back. “Your wish is my command!” She cried out and immediately shivered. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a silent cry of pleasure ripped out of her chest. Her knees buckled inward and the smoke that floated around her constantly seemed to glow a brighter pink.

Slowly she regained her composure. “S- Sorry about that. The magical buildup after three decades was a bit stronger than I was anticipating. I am embarrassed you had to see me like that.”

“Wait so. You have an orgasm whenever I make a wish?” Chelsea asked, pushing herself back up to her feet. Her head still spun slightly.

“Yes. Typically much less heavy than that.”

“Sounds great to be a genie.” Chelsea smirked.

The room began to ripple and shift. The scratched wood floor suddenly becoming polished and pristine. The faded white walls turning a rich sky blue. Furniture began to pop into existence around them. On one end of the room, behind the group, a set of seating chairs with a small table appeared flanked by two large bookshelves on either wall creating a small book nook for the pair. On the far side, a large couch wrapped around a big square coffee table, big enough for a board game night, appeared. Across from it a giant fireplace was being built into the framework out of old stones. Above it hung the biggest television Chelsea had ever seen outside of a store. It was so massive. She wondered for a minute what the rest of the house was like.

“I have taken the privilege of giving you both a separate bedroom upstairs for the moment, as well as another master bedroom for the two of you. There is an adjoining room to it that is accessible through the door in the back of the walk-in closet that will lead you to a play room equipped with all sorts of bright pink themed toys for you to use. I have taken the limitation of avoiding a fairytale dining room which you both seemed to want in order to maintain a cohesive aesthetic instead opting for a more rustic upscale feeling. I have also chosen to take that room there.” Tentra gestured to the room on the ground floor, the one Matty had been trapped in before, “I figured it would keep enough distance between the two of us and yourselves. There is also one more guest room upstairs as well as a small office space. I have left the attic untouched. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Chelsea and Ember looked between eachother, both silently trying to figure out who it was that came up with each item, especially the play room. Chelsea cleared her throat awkwardly blushing under Ember’s gaze. Ember laughed and leaned in placing a kiss on Chelsea’s cheek. She hadn’t wanted to say it, but she was hoping Tentra had seen that image in her mind of Ember tied up to the wall, blindfolded, gagged, and with vibrator lodged deep in her ass while Chelsea sat back and casually played with herself.

“Thank you Tentra. This really is amazing.” Ember said, clearing the air.

“Yeah this is incredible. But please don’t feel as though you are a bother to us. We want you to feel comfortable. This was your home long before ours.” Chelsea walked over and gave Tentra a small hug. The genie just looked down at her both in surprise and awkward annoyance. Ember could see beneath the surface that Tentra’s smoke colors grew a bit warmer and her cheeks flushed a bit.

Chelsea let go and stepped back from the genie. “I can make my second wish now if you want. And my third if it’s easier.”

Tentra blinked surprised. “Already. Are you sure you do not want to think on it more?”

Chelsea shook her head. “No. I think I’m ready. But you might want to sit down on the couch for them. I don’t want you falling over and hurting yourself.”

“Do not perceive me as weak Chelsea but if it should please you I will take a seat.” Tentra walked around the couch and gently sat down on it as if she was floating through the air.

Chelsea followed her and sat down on the couch. Her butt sank into it just a little and she leaned back on the cushion letting out a sigh of relaxation. It was the perfect amount of cushion to firmness. “Embs this couch is perfect. I think I’m in heaven.”

Ember walked over and placed a hand on the back of the couch vaulting over it to plop down next to Chelsea. The smaller girl bounced a bit on it before landing back with a thud. “I see what you mean. I’m really starting to love magic.”

“Yes. Me too.” Chelsea turned to look at Tentra who was playing with one of the layers of her outfit. “Tentra. For my second wish. I wish that you were set free from your duties as a genie. I wish that you were no longer confined to your lamp, that you would be no longer confined to the laws of three wishes, that instead you would be free to live and walk the earth as an immortal magical being, that you would be able to grant wishes to any who you deem worthy, that you would have agency and control over your own powers while still maintaining full magical ability. And Tentra for my third wish, I wish that you would become the first truly free genie, one with full freedom to do what she wishes when she wishes it with her powers, that you instead become a new kind of magical being, building on my prior wish to grant you all the freedoms you could ever desire and more.”

Tentra gasped as the words washed over her. The smoke began to ripple and pulse growing brighter and brighter. She leaned back, her legs kicking the coffee table as her hands tangled in her outfit. She cried out whimpering softly as her body trembled with each passing second. Small tattoos began to etch in her arms in swirling soft patterns as the smoke began to form tattoos blending into her skin. The chains that bound her also disappearing instead wrapping around her arms as golden tattoos mixing with the pink. The cuffs and collar sinking under the skin.

Tentra cried out again a wave of energy emitting from her chest and hitting into both girls. Chelsea gasped immediately soaking her underwear as she bit her fist, shoulders trembling. Ember’s feed turned to static as she suddenly found herself growing very hard in her pants. She gasped everything going bright white as she came.

All three girls sat there pressed into the couch cushions panting, breathing heavily, sweat beading on their foreheads. Chelsea opened her eyes first and brushed her hair from her face. She looked down at the teeth marks pressed into her hand and blushed. What had just happened to her and Ember clearly by the sudden bulge in her pants, was intense. It must’ve come from Tentra.

Tentra opened her eyes, gasping upright. Chelsea watched as she touched her skin. Slowly running her fingers over the tattoos that now adorned her arms and neck. She looked at her outfit and snapped her fingers. Gone was the genie wardrobe in favor of a pair of brown bellbottom pants and a frayed cut white crop top. Tentra started to laugh bouncing up and down on the couch. She looked over at Chelsea smiling.

Chelsea waved back. “Tentra what was that? That wave that hit us.”

Tentra shrugged. “Magic overload probably. Couldn’t really control myself in the moment.”

Ember jolted upright gasping for air. Chelsea quickly rubbed her back gently. “Holy fuck!” Ember panted gasping turning to look at Chelsea.

“Oh yeah. Same here.” Chelsea said, licking her lips seductively.

Tentra reached out, smoke drifting off of her fingers and floating through the air. “So I’m free now. Meaning I can do whatever I want because of magic. And since I’ve seen in both of your heads and your overwhelming lustful feelings towards me…” Tentra turned to Ember and Chelsea with a wicked smirk on her lips.

Chelsea and Ember looked between eachother and Tentra nervously. Chelsea could see Ember searching her face for a sign to stop this. She could almost see the code preparing a counter in her head. Chelsea gently placed a hand on Ember’s leg running it up her thigh before gripping her bulge tightly.

“You’re right Tentra. We both badly think you’re very attractive. But whatever will you do with us?” Chelsea asked teasingly never breaking eye contact with Ember.

Tentra stood up and walked over leaning over both girls. They turned to face her, pink smoke immediately coiling around their faces. They both took a deep breath, the smoke rushing up in through their nose. Behind their eyes the pink smoke swirled wrapping and tangling in their heads and thoughts.

Tentra licked her lips, dozens of thoughts suddenly filling her head as she sifted through the pair of girls' minds. “Oh. Now this. This I can work with.”