Not much, but Kyoka comes up with a unique punishment.

Back home, Kyoka paced around in her bedroom. She'd say her room was nothing special, but it screamed rocker. Her bedspread was red and black with white music notes across it. She had band posters across her walls including one of her favorites - Deep Dope - taking up a whole side. All her instruments were in a corner, tucked away both out of embarrassment and also as a private slice away from the rest of the world.

She looked at that corner, tempted to retreat into it instead of addressing what was on her mind.

She'd made a person. Her stupid passing wish to Momo had created a whole human being. A sweet, attractive human being with her own goals, personality, ambitions. What else was she like? Who was this person she made? She desperately wanted to know. And she was incredibly pissed at her genie for springing this on her.

Kyoka looked at the clock. 11:00 PM. It was a testament to how much this was freaking her out that Kyoka was still wide awake.

"She said I could summon her with the lamp..." Kyoka picked it up, turned it over in her hands, and rubbed the side.

Red mist poured out of the nozzle and Momo reappeared, dressed again in her sheer harem girl outfit with her tail connecting her to the lamp. She smiled at Kyoka, grinning especially at the girl's casual pajamas.

"Mistress Kyo~ this is a lovely surprise. Did you summon me to get in bed with you? Shall I reform my legs?" she asked with a smirk. "I like the casual sleepwear, by the way."

Kyoka blushed a little at that. She walked up and touched the tail, rubbing it. "Why are you in your genie form? You know you don't have to be like that around me, right?"

"M-Mm~ It's the default, Mistress," Momo explained between pleasant moans. "I n-need permission to form my feet...ooh~... outside the lamp, otherwise it's a form of keeping me bound to the lamp."

"What's up with you?" She looked at the misty tail currently in her fingers. "Wait - do you feel this?"

"M-mmhm-m-m~" Momo shuddered. "It's like being tickled. In my pussy."

Kyoka immediately let go, going beet red. "O-Okay, stopping that. You have my permission to use your feet whenever you're out of your lamp. In fact, it's reversed. Tail only if I say so. And form bottoms this time."

"Yes, Mistress."

"...Okay, still basically see-through, but good enough." Kyoka then hit her with the hardest glare she could muster and crossed her arms. "Now explain Izumi."

Momo's face fell. She hadn't expected the glare. She hadn't expected Kyoka to be mad about it. "W-What do you mean, Mistress?"

"I said in passing that I wished Midoriya had a 'hot twin sister' and the next thing I know he has one. One who was not on that beach before," she said. She walked to Momo and looked up at her. It annoyed her that she was so much taller than her; it made being intimidating hard. "I was just voicing a fleeting fantasy, and now there's a new person walking around. I person you and I are responsible for." She pointed her finger at her, that glare actually managed to get dark enough to make Momo sweat a little.

"...I've failed you." Momo quivered her lip and looked down. Then she got down on her knees in front of Kyoka. "I thought you would like her. I thought you would enjoy her body and could make her the first addition to your harem. I thought maybe even she would become your favorite. I'm sorry, Mistress."

"You...you thought a lot." Kyoka remained bright red. "Sounds like you're planning out everything I'm going to be doing with your power too."

"Not planning, really. Just...trying to give you what I thought you wanted. And it is kind of genie wiring to desire making a harem for my master," she said, still looking down. "What do we do now?"

Kyoka sighed and took a seat at the little chair by her instruments. "I don't know. I'm not getting rid of Izumi. She's here now. She deserves a chance at having a life. You can't just kill someone, right?"

"All of my wishes must be sexual in nature Mistress," she replied. "That doesn't preclude **** completely, but you'd have to be pretty creative to achieve it. I suspect you don't want to, though. Did I guess right this time?"

Kyoka gave a small smile. "Yes. You guessed right. I want to get to know this person we created."

"So...you do like her?" Momo grinned, and the little rocker rolled her eyes.

"That's it. Time for punishment."

Momo got up, shimmying a little where she stood. Her mind was playing with all sorts of punishment ideas - spankings, edging, nipple twisting, maybe some public humiliation - oh the possibilities were endless! However, Kyoka instead walked over with her lamp, holding the handle with a finger while looking her over. Momo was suddenly very worried.

"Get on the bed. Belly up," she ordered. Momo complied, arching her breasts up while looking at her mistress. Her bedroom eyes still hinted at the desire for a kinky punishment.

"You can't move your lamp, right?" Kyoka leaned over and set the lamp down on Momo's belly. She wasn't crushed, but instantly found herself with an immovable anchor placed upon her. Momo tried turning side to side and found that she could barely budge. She watched as Kyoka strode over to her chair and sat down. "Undress me."

"What?"

"You granted a wish against my...wishes. So I'm going to teach you a lesson. I order you to undress me with your hands," she said. She blushed making the command, but she had to assert control.

"Mistress, I can't move..." Momo started to reply.

Kyoka didn't blink. "You want to be my submissive little servant, don't you? Don't go assuming what I want. Wait for me to tell you. And I'm telling you to undress me."

Momo furrowed her brow in grim determination and tried to obey. Her legs kicked, pushing off the bed and trying to propel herself off, but the lamp refused to budge, and she remained on the mattress. Though she knew it was futile, she grabbed the lamp and tried her hardest to pull it off of her. After a pained gasp she gave up on that. Her squirms got more frantic. She reached out and a long hook created itself through sparkles in her palm, but it just brushed Kyoka's shoulder before Momo dropped it.

She wanted to be a good genie. She wanted to obey. But she couldn't. She couldn't move. She couldn't satisfying her Mistress. She was a failure. Tears started welling up in her eyes.

"M-Mistress please!" Momo cried, still squirming in a **** attempt to obey. "I'm sorry, Mistress! I'll never assume your desires again! Please!"