Gone in 0.00001 Seconds

I wish for... um... just a quick time-out! I wish for an instruction manual on this thing?

Jessica whimpered as her flared genitals continued to leak on the ground. In an instant, she had been struck, somehow, by two simultaneous wishes. Her mind struggled to focus on the question of how; this wasn’t helped by Ernest’s mom complaining about something called Kashmir. Ernest had seemed to move from one position to another, now holding a giant book, in an instant. He had asked for a time-out. Time out. Jessica still struggled to resist the orgasm building in her core, but she had to figure out a way to get her ring back without standing... but some new wish was already being declared, and Jessica couldn’t even get her voice out before-

I wish for a time-out that didn't end until I decided it should! I wish this author had an editor. I wish for a pile of dog shit on the sofa. I wish the turd would vanish! I wish this book put it in very, very simple terms for me. I wish all of my future wishes were only retroactive when I wanted them to be, and that no one found the effects of my wishes out of place or supernatural. I wish this paper explained how my wishes can and can’t affect minds. I wish for the simple version! I wish the ring couldn’t leave my hand until I willed it off. I wish the ring couldn’t hurt me. I wish nothing could notice or see the ring besides me, either in person or by some medium, unless I expressly will them to detect it. I wish that if the limb or digit holding the ring was lost, then the ring--and the severed limbs or parts--would reform and re-appear just as I'd want them to. I wish I couldn’t be dismembered or wounded without my consent! I wish everyone who knew about this ring besides me forgot about it completely. I wish Jessica also had the wound and dismemberment immunity I just gave myself. I wish anyone who knows about how Jessica grants wishes, and anything related to her powers, forgets about all that and instead just assumes she was a normal human living as she always has. I wish that when I unfroze time... this time, that my family would go back to sleep and forget everything about the last like half-hour or so about me, Jessica, or loud noises we made. I... wish... that my family slept soundly and ignored any noises me or Jessica make for the rest of this night. I wish she no longer had to sit and was no longer mute.

... eighteen wishes came to pass in a instant.

Jessica's upper-body whipped backwards so fast she nearly cracked her head on the faux rug. Her back arched until it cracked, her legs spread wide while her toes curled in her sneakers, and her eyes rolled backwards as if to set the table for what was to come. No longer anchored by her butt, she now stood in an arch on her elbows, head, and feet as her crotch was thrust upward. Jessica did not moan, or whimper, or cry out; her voice was gone, leaving her mouth agape like a mounted bass while her vagina did all the talking. Ernest looked down at that lone source of conversation... and watched as it arched her squirt, or urine, or whatever was coming out of her in such volume and at such high pressure that some of it sprinkled on Ernest's boot across the room. Jessica's entire body blushed as she continued to come, and her poor pussy was bright red with over-stimulation. Her chest surged and threatened to explode her porno-edition of a cheerleader top anew. She buckled and then bucked again as the dying stream of lady jizz gave one last, wet, audible squirt, and her body began to seize as she tried to roll over or close her thighs. Every movement pressed on her internal organs, shifted her sexual organs ever so slightly, and threatened to make Jessica pass out from the shock to the brain.

The world had truly fallen away for poor Jessica for those precious seconds. It was a bliss that she, and most save those who've entered a state of spiritual ecstasy, had never known... and for a brief moment, to a later Jessica's horror... she had reveled in that miasma of mindless self-indulgence.

Ernest looked around in alarm... but his mother was gone. The wishes worked... right? As hard was it was to pull his eyes from Jessica, heleaned his head back on the couch and yelled, "Hey, MOM!" Nothing responded. He folded up the paper--as if losing it would mean anything--and put it in his pocket as he marveled at the trembling Jessica Edward. His pants grew tight as he observed her; as much as he wanted to, he didn't dare touch her. He simply sat there, his face hot as he blushed before this marvelous sight almost lifted from his wildest fantasies.

"St... st," Jessica sighed in heavy heaves, "stop... wishing... please, Master!" The last words were almost a sob, and Ernest slowly realized that, somehow, this was his fault. Suddenly he felt guilty for feeling so-

Wait, Master? "Did you just... call me 'Master'?"

"N-No... I called you Master, your-" Jessica put a trembling hand over her mouth. Master?! She meant to say Edmond... didn't she say his name earlier? The whole night was becoming a haze in the afterglow of an inhuman climax.

"Are you... like this because of the wishing?"

"You... fucking... so many at... once...!" Jessica flinched as she realized she was yelling. She looked to where Ernest's mother had been standing a moment ago, but the matriarch was gone now. Jessica reached down and almost cried as she felt what a mess she was: her thighs, her knees, and even her shins had all ended up lubricated by her puking snatch, nevermind the swamp of love that had settled inside and just outside her pretty labia.

"We're alone and they can't wake up, at least not tonight, no matter how loud we are." Ernest stumbled those last words as he realized how that sounded. He swallowed hard. The show he just watched had to be an orgasm... right? And if she was showing these signs when he made one or two wishes, and just became some kind of mindfucked porn star after all the little ones he made during Time-Out, then... "So... I'm your Master, and my wishes... make you... you know?"

Until now, Jessica was convinced the night could not be more humiliating... but having one of the nobodies of school realize her weakness proved her wrong. "Please, just... give me back the ring," Jessica slowly begged as she worked her way up to her knees. It was bad enough Kevin was out there, able to tell the world what she was... but now Ernest Redmond had her ring. Ernest Redmond. What if he was a total creep? She was already half-convinced that he was, given his penchant for theft. What else would he take? Jessica racked her brain to try and remember any of the significant wishes that just exploded into her mind at once...

"What will you do with it?" her Master suddenly asked.

"W-What?"

"The ring," he explained as he tried his best to sound suave and calm, "w-what will... you do with... it? I mean, once I give it back to you?"

"I don't see how that's your-" Jessica stopped herself. Now was the time for a softer touch and a calmer disposition; she had to ignore how much her pussy ached from the metaphysical pounding it just took, or how it was all the fault of Kevin and Ernest. "I'm going to protect it this time; I need to keep it safe from everyone."

"What will you wish for once you have it?"

"What? I ca..." What was better? That he knew she was powerless to use it? If she lied, would he feel too threatened by the prospect of her having that power? She decided he seemed the sort to feel threatened. "I can't use it myself, so it'll be safe... and we'll both be safe."

Ernest rubbed the ring possessively as he looked her in the eye. "Well, I found it randomly at a party, so it's probably safer right here, right?"

Jessica planted her left foot on the soaked rug as she slowly rose, her eyes never leaving that wicked green orb on Ernest's finger. Ernest seemed pretty gullible to Jessica, so she tried and resorted to something less... honest. She stood tall, her hands on her hips--if only to keep both steady--and glared at Ernest. "Please... if you keep making those wishes, eventually the..." She paused as she tried to think of some threat.

"The...?" Ernest repeated, now worried.

Jessica thought back to her mother's warnings. "The other Masters will come for you... and they'll do horrible things to us both." It was barely a lie; its foundation was at least real if her mother spoke the truth.

Unbeknownst to Jessica, Ernest had already contemplated this fear... and now had it confirmed. "H-How many other Masters are there?"

"O-Oh... at least a dozen."

"A..." Ernest's stare became incredulous. "A dozen... who can change reality just by making wishes?"

"Oh yeah... almost two dozen," Jessica urged, thinking he believed her. That was an insane danger; who would risk that-?

"How are our lives any kind of normal if that's going on all the time?"

"That's... w-well... that's how magic works?" She forgot to sound convincing.

Now, at least, Ernest had caught on to her act. "I wish you had a powerful orgasm every time you lied."

"Hnng!" It was a small mercy of pleasure now, but Jessica could hardly notice the additional leaking from her nethers. Mostly, she just struggled to keep a straight face.

"So are these Masters real?"

"... Y-Yes!"

Ernest's eyebrow raised. "Tell me the sky is red."

"What? O-Oh... no, don't make me-"

Ernest raised his jewel-bearing hand as a reminder.

All of Jessica's cocky pride washed out with the rest of her pussy's juices. "The... T-The sky is... red-aaaah!"

Jessica curled into a ball as she tried to keep her balance on buckling knees. Her body trembled as the base of her spine lit a fuse that traveled up her back and blanked her thoughts for a precious few seconds. Ernest, for his part, just watched in dumbstruck awe. He looked down at the ring again... and looked back to Jessica's perfect, glistening thighs as they squeezed together. "Holy shit-"

"Please remove that wish," Jessica begged. Even if it meant another jolt, it was better than

Ernest contemplated the cheerleader bombshell for another moment before replying, "If you start being honest with me, and work with me, then sure... but right now, I need to make sure I get real answers. So how many of these Masters are on Earth?"

"I... I don't know."

So she had been lying... but the danger was still real. Ernest looked about the room, unsure of how to proceed. "W-Well... how do you know about them?"

"My... mother warned me about them. She told me to keep the ring safe, because it keeps me hidden from them."

Ernest's eyebrows perked up, and at once Jessica regretted her words. "Then the ring hides me from them?"

"I... Well I don't know," Jessica confessed, "but I mean that the ring existing is apparently what keeps me hidden... and if you keep it, who knows what would happen?!"

Yeah, I could lose it at a party, for example. Ernest doesn't say that, of course; he's at his limits of boldness already in speaking this frankly to a girl whose yearbook photos he masturbated to more than once. "I've made enough wishes to make sure it never leaves me and is perfectly safe, and I've made sure we're both pretty hard to kill."

"W-What?"

"I... eh, I used that power," he carefully said, now afraid to use the word 'wish' in any form, "to make us harder to dismember or stab or what have you. Though I didn't go for aging or disease or poisoning... I'm kind of afraid of this thing going all 'monkey's paw' on me by trying to make us immortal or whatever..."

"Monkey's... paw?"

Ernest stared at the cheerleader. Jessica never seemed stupid to Ernest... so she had to get the reference, right? Her blank stare told him otherwise. "It... it doesn't matter. Point is, I'm keeping the ring."

That was it, then... she couldn't take it, and he wouldn't give it. She had all of a piece of a night to preserve her freedom and her normal, pampered life... and now... it was gone. It finally hit Jessica like a pile of bricks... and despite her determination to keep it together, to keep trying... tears began to well in her eyes.

Ernest guessed that she had been acting... except, wouldn't that be a lie? Her chin lowered as she began to cry in earnest... and Ernest felt like a monster. "B-But hey! I mean, now we can... both use it, right?"

"I... I just want to have a normal," she sniffled, "a normal life..."

"T-Then you will! We will! Uhh," Ernest looked around the living room as he stood, unsure of what he was hoping to find for inspiration, "so, I mean... wishes make you feel pleasure, right?"

"It's not pleasurable!" Jessica fibbed, followed immediately by her covering her mouth as she howled and finally fell to her knees while coming. The whole room now stunk of her sex, a fact Ernest only realized now, and it only deepened as more of her love dripped onto the rug. The darkness of the stain was now creeping up the rug in an alarming puddle. As she came down, she amended her statement, "It's... humiliating."

Ernest thought he could figure a way to help... and also clean this place up. "I wish we were talking about this in my bathroom."

Jessica's eyes were wide with disbelief that he'd wish for anything else, but soon they were in the bathroom: her standing in his tub, and him sitting on top of the lid of his toilet. Another pleasurable wave hit her, thankfully not as shocking as the penalty for lying... but she was driven over that edge once he added, "And now, I wish all your, um, lubrication in the living room vanished."

He didn't bother to leave and confirm that it worked; he was confident in the ring's powers now, and if it could stop time, then a bit of mopping and carpet-cleaning couldn't be beyond it.

"S-Stop it!" Jessica yelled. "Why are you like this?!"

"Like this? I can't have you... you know, girl-jizzing all over my mom's living room!"

"GIRL-JIZZING?!"

"Look, back to how this is going to work," he urged, holding up his left hand, "I'm keeping the ring. You couldn't use its powers anyways, right?"

Jessica slowly realized he was actually asking her. "Right." It was the truth, after all. She felt the despair coming again.

"So why don't we use it... and, you know, do good things with it?"

"Good things? I'm a..." Jessica didn't dare say ****... even if it was to her "Master." But no matter his wording, she couldn't believe any good could come of this.

"I'm saying: go ahead and live your life, just like you want it... and maybe, you know, we can be like... a..." Ernest hesitated visibly as he tried to get to it.

"A...?"

"Like a cooou..."

"Cup?"

"N-No, I mean you... and me..." Ernest gestured outside and tried to make eyebrows at her to communicate.

Jessica only sunk deeper into the tub and hugged herself. "No."

"I-I mean, if we're stuck together anyways-"

"No way!" Jessica demanded.

"We could be like the new power couple of the school! But with actual magical power!"

"I can be part of a power couple of the school; Master, you-" Jessica cursed under her breath; that name-swap would take getting used to. "You're... just not my type! No one would buy it, and besides, why is that necessary?"

Ernest frowned... and that frown turned into a scowl. "Well, what is your type? Rich, big, abusive jocks?"

However dire their situation, Jessica was listening to that while sitting in a tub... and felt like she was two lines away from some kind of "friendzone" or "nice guys finish last" explanation. She had to giggle; it was inevitable, much to Ernest's embarrassment. Worried that she'd offended the one person currently possessing her infinite power, she quickly added, "T-They're not all like that."

"Most of them?"

"Well... only a few are rich," she conceded.

"Jesus..." A slow change in Ernest's expression came over him as he contemplated the ring's limits... and Jessica didn't care for the smile that grew on her Master's face. "Alright... I think I've got it."

"W-What?"

"What I'm going to wish for... to make this good for both of us," he clarified.

Jessica just shook her head, but Ernest was already standing and staring at his closed fist, meeting the verdant eye that would realize his dreams for him... and then to Jessica, trembling in his bathroom, half-naked and anxious.