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"Mind explaining just what exactly counts as 'sexual' for all of this?" Valerie asked. "Oh, and while you're at it, I wish to change what I see when I look at someone to also include certain vital statistics like name, body measurements, current employment and qualifications, stuff like that. I don't just want a harem for fucktoys, if I can get people with useful positions outside of that I want them. Oh, and make it so that people won't be weirded out by my already knowing all that stuff about them."

"Granted," Sydney said, the wish eating a decent chunk of the genies' stored sexual energy, but it was charging rapidly because of how debauched they were being in public. Right then, for instance, Sydney and Rachel were each giving one of Valerie's cocks a handjob, but they'd also stopped from time to time in order to have other, more involved sexual activities. The most they got from anyone else seeing it was a roll of the eyes, and most people didn't even react.

"Anything specifically that you saw?" Rachel asked.

"That woman who just walked by"--Valerie jerked a thumb over her shoulder at a middle-aged woman in a well-tailored suit and low heels--"she's got a dismemberment kink. Nothing bloody, just she wants to see her body taken apart and then reassembled while remaining entirely conscious. Not something you could do ordinarily, but under the conditions of having a pair of genies available? Yeah, it's something I could do."

"Right. Well," Rachel elaborated, "what counts as 'sexual' here depends on both you and whoever you're doing the act with. It has to be something that both of you find arousing. Given the parameters you've laid out for people you're willing to take as sex slaves, this won't be much of an issue, since they will be open to literally anything you do, so the only limitation is on what you find hot, and presumably you wouldn't be doing sexual things that you didn't find at least a bit hot. Then, of course, there are some things, like dismemberment, that one ordinarily wouldn't think of as sexual but could be viewed in such a light. If you're doing any of those things with your sex slaves and you find them sexual? It'll count, because we'll find everything sexual. But if you're just hooking up with someone, then it has to be something you both enjoy in that way."

"To be clear, you could just wish for someone to find something hot. That sort of mind control is entirely within our abilities and would neatly get around the whole issue of your partner not enjoying it. But you've said that's not a road you want to go down," Sydney added.

"It's not," Valerie affirmed. "Except... if I do decide to hook up with someone in that way, I want them not to be able to reveal anything about the supernatural stuff we're doing afterward."

"Done," Rachel affirmed. "This also means, by the way, that if you're unsure about whether you appreciate some activity in a sexual way, you can try it out on us. We're already impervious to basically everything, and can't not enjoy anything you do to or with us, so if you try something and it charges our reserves, then you know it's something you find sexual at some level!"

"Speaking of, do you have any limit on how much energy you can store?" Valerie asked.

"Nope," Sydney said. "It's more a practical matter that you'd have to not make wishes at all for quite a while for us to get to any really crazy levels. We're still getting through that queue even with everything we've charged in the last hour, because those were some big wishes."

"So, in theory, I could eventually make wishes that would affect the entire universe in an immediate and direct way?"

"Now who's being pedantic," Rachel said. "Yes, you could. But it would take a long time to charge enough energy even just to hit something on the moon, never mind a planet that might actually have intelligent life."

"So functionally I'm restricted to this one tiny blue dot."

"Functionally, yes," Sydney agreed. "Even if you got every adult on the planet fucking nonstop to charge us up, it would still take decades to reach past the Kuiper Belt."

"And anyway, the lamp will have siphoned off enough to free us long before you ever reached that point, if you were charging it up that quickly," Rachel put in.

"Does anything special happen when you're freed? After all, now that my lifespan's functionally limitless I will presumably be around to see it."

"Don't know," Sydney admitted. "The lamp's... cagey about it."

"What about other sex genies?" Valerie continued. "If there's one lamp like this, well, ring now, there could be more, yeah?"

"Yeah," Rachel confirmed. "There are more, but they tend not to end up in the same realities. Still, it's not outside the realm of possibility."

"What would happen, not like I expect we'll find another lamp, if it was empty and I rubbed it? I take it that's why a genie didn't come rushing out and it took two you instead?"

"That's why it took us, yes," Sydney replied. "Though it was a bit surprised to find three options instead of two, I guess whoever made these didn't anticipate lesbian polyamory. Two of us became genies so that there'd be no question which of us was the Mistress and in charge. As for what would happen, as a Mistress of sex genies, you're automatically immune to genie magic other than from your own genies, and that includes any empty lamp you might find. You'll know it's for a sex genie, but you'd have to find someone else to rub it to use it."

"And not one of us!" Rachel insisted. "Being in the same ring as Sydney means we're in some ways the same person now, it's incredibly intimate, we can't keep secrets from each other and we share all our thoughts and emotions about this entire situation. Which is to say that we find it ridiculously fucking hot. I really hope you wouldn't split us up."

"Would I benefit from having an extra lamp, anyway?"

"Eh?" Sydney said. "Both would charge faster because the energy is only being split between lamp and genie, instead of lamp and two genies. So you'd free us faster, I guess, and could make bigger wishes on the way."

"I've already made some pretty big ones," Valerie pointed out, having turned herself into a hentai character so she could comfortably fuck her genies' nipples while tying them up with her own tentacle cocks, as well as her own, which topped her lap-filling boobs.

Both genies shrugged while whimpering at being denied orgasm.

Sydney finished her thought. "If, on the other hand, it was already inhabited by a genie whose old owner had died without managing to free them, then I guess you'd have a third genie."

"Yeah, but what if that genie weren't someone I find attractive? I'm not into guys sexually, after all, and I have to imagine there've been male sex genies."

"Of course; the lamps don't discriminate that way," Rachel said. "But we take whatever shape is most pleasing to our owner. So for you that was just us, with some enhancements, but if I ended up in the possession of a straight woman or a gay man? Well, I'd probably look something like this." Rachel waved a hand and a magical construct appeared, looking like the very handsome brother she didn't have. "We're at our most affirmed when our owner is happiest, after all, so it wouldn't feel at all weird to look like that if it was what my owner wanted." The construct vanished.

"So any sex genie I call out of a lamp would end up looking like a hot busty chick in her late twenties?"

"Pretty much." Sydney nodded her head in agreement.

Valerie was about to ask yet another question when she saw someone walk past that was exactly what she was looking for.

Quickly allowing her genies to ride a wave of crashing orgasms, releasing all of the pent-up arousal, Valerie withdrew her dicks and jumped up to call out to the woman who'd just jogged by in a sports bra and hotpants. "Hey, June, have a moment?"

The woman started a bit but did turn around, Valerie's prior wishes ensuring that she'd at least be heard out. "Yes? Do I know you?"

Valerie decided not to bother with trying to ease June into the topic at hand. After all, if her wishes worked as intended, nothing outright bad would happen from her next question. "Not yet, but you could get to know me very well, if you'll just answer one simple question. Would you like to be my sex **** for the rest of your life?"