Kyoka Jiro

Kyoka walked along the desecrated beach in search of inspiration. The girl reached out with one of the long tubes that protruded from her ears, scratching the hard metal tips against the rusted out metal of the various pieces of trash that littered the beach. She experimented with the scraping sound she got, trying to pair it with the crash of the waves she could just make out in the distance.

Hm, some kind of forlorn melody - strumming in bass to make the waves and a high-reverb electric for the scratching sound, Kyoka mused to herself. A song about the decay of the world...seems a bit depressing. Maybe there should be a heavy electric solo before that sound fades out, like the trash has been washed away. That could be good...

She stopped and sighed. Here she was using this garbage as music inspiration. What she should be doing was finding somewhere to put it all. She kicked at nothing in particular, hating her own brain. See, it wasn't just inspiration for music she was looking for. Upon reaching adulthood Kyoka found herself torn between her two passions - music, and wanting to save people. While it was very establishment, being a hero was undeniably cool. And she'd seen kids smile when a hero saved the day, when they returned something stolen, or when they were just out on patrol making everyone feel safe. She imagined that must feel really good.

And here she was, next to a pile of trash, and all she could think about was trying to make a song.

"Maybe that's a sign," she said to herself. "Being a hero's...just not for me. Hm?"

She spotted something on the ground. A glimmer of gold among the grays and browns. She picked it up and found an Arabian style lamp. It looked almost cliche sitting there in the sand.

"Why would anyone throw this away?" Kyoka asked herself. "Eh. It's probably fake gold. Prop for a movie or something. Bet I'll find a 'Made in Taiwan' print if a rub off this bit of sand on the bottom."

She rubbed it clean but didn't find a "Made in Taiwan" logo. Instead, it began to shake and a red mist poured out of it. Kyoka dropped the lamp and jumped back. Her earjacks jumped up like twin snakes flanking her, prepared to strike. What emerged was an absolutely gorgeous young woman. She couldn't have been any older than Kyoka herself. She had amazing curves - big, full, bouncy breasts, and a perfect hourglass waist, even though everything below her hips was a misty tail linked to the lamp. It didn't help that the red silky outfit was almost completely see-through and left nothing to the imagination. Her black hair looked like it was well cared for and probably so soft to the touch. Her onyx eyes shown with an incredible kindness, but also...submission and lust.

"Ah...that's a relief, honestly. I was worried I'd have to wait even longer," Momo smiled down at Kyoka. Hm~ She's small, but awfully cute. The perfect size for holding tight and carrying around the house. Even before becoming her genie, I'd probably be very interested in her. And those ear growths - I wonder what kind of fun we can have with those. She bowed in midair. "Hello, Mistress. My name is Momo Yaoyorozu, current Genie of the Lamp. How may I serve you?"