Focus Time

The situation itself was crazy, but the only thing crazier was the solution.

Maridallura, the all-powerful genie mother of his childhood friend and girlfriend…

…was acting like a cow.

The statuesque blonde flushed red in the face, moaned, and struggled with her tight sports bra as her nipples began to stain and leak. Of all the things to solve it, it was the Human-Doll Stephanie Edwards that sat the aroused milf genie down, removed the sports bra, and placed a breast pump on each nipple. Jessica wrapped around him in anxious panic as both teens watched her stepmother alleviate her mother’s bovine curse.

Stephanie filled two entire bottles from the genie’s breasts, and then brought Maridallura back to her senses in front of the surprised young people by eating her out.

The genie snapped from the strange stupor and looked around. With a moan, she leaned back and pressed her ‘adopted’ sister’s face further into her relieved pussy. Stephanie adoringly lapped and sucked on her knees as Simon felt his eyes turn up to the ceiling.

Three hot blondes in a manor with tall ceilings that echoed the moans and pleasure across the hall.

His girlfriend's stepmom was eating out her mom on the couch. Even as both teenagers were turning into tomatoes, the prior situation hadn't lost its shock.

“I-I’m sorry, Mother.”

Jessica felt absolutely despondent, and Simon could see the guilt wrack the cheerleader’s face. As sexual and pheromone inducing the moment was for him, it was also part-horror show. His genie told the awkward boy what she saw when she sensed the aura of her mother.

Maridallura gasped and shuddered in pleasure. The elder blonde’s golden locks, the same as those her daughter inherited, messily fell in front of her face,

“N-No, Jessica. You did the right thing. You noticed a weakness and went for it - Ah! Haaa….”

Stephanie’s tongue continued to lap against the labia as the genie’s back arched and released more pheromones with the latest tremor of her body.

Simon’s **** gulp was noticeable as the boy struggled not to look. He had been exposed to so much sex, but even now, he was still trying not to stare at Jessica’s two maternal figures out of respect. She reached out to scratch the back of his head to relieve the tension. His face was nearly purple from the blood that had flown to it. It was hard for the Queen of Eastlake not to find it adorable when he tried so hard to be a good boy at heart, still.

However, Jessica could not spare a sympathetic smile or gaze for too long as her mother’s orgasm came with a pleasant and alluring sigh as she stroked the top of Stephanie’s head lovingly,

“Thank you, Sister.”

The trophy wife pressed her hands against the quads of Jessica’s mother to raise herself so that the adoration and lust in her grey eyes could face Maridallura.

“You’re as heavenly as I remember, Miss Laura….”

Ugh. Why didn’t he leave the room?

It was hard enough keeping his composure around the pheromones of one genie, let alone two. Yet here he was, the outsider, among the three blonde bombshell ladies of House Edwards.

He couldn’t tell Kevin about this. Ever.

Even in a trump card situation.

Simon would never hear the end of it.

It would be the Blue Ball jokes about him all over again when it came to being stuck between his sister and Jessica’s friendship at school by his best friend and some of the male students with a hard-on.

More than that, though, Simon wouldn’t allow Jessica to be subjected to that ****; his best friend would never allow it to be forgotten. He could already hear Kevin’s voice in his head and quickly attempted to silence it with his own. As much of a fetishized dream scenario that it could’ve been, even with the strange arousal it caused, it was not funny. Nothing about this was humorous.

The Master of Maridallura had cursed her with a wish. A sadistic amusement of a being that mocked her want to be a mother and acknowledged the forbidden connection the genie had made, according to her own kind, to punish her. The humiliation of a Marid.

He could feel a familiar hand reach and wrap its fingers around his own, and he clenched it tightly, with several squeezes for assurance. Jessica did not express it verbally, but she was upset. What could happen to her mother could happen to her, but there was also the anger at feeling powerless to help.

Even if Simon wished for the curse to be lifted, it would immediately give up their existence to The Master.

Thankfully, a pleasant and relaxed sigh from Maridallura announced her recovery. The topless genie adjusted her bikini bottoms, stroking the purple fabric that once again covered her pussy. Stephanie rose behind her, rubbing the genie’s arm and hand lovingly.

“That’s better. There. You see, Jessica? Everything is all right now.”

“Mom…you were acting like a cow….”

“Yes, as I explained it to you, but thankfully you alleviated the curse before….”

Jessica shook her head in disbelief as her eyes widened and her voice rose again,

“Before what? You’d grow horns? Hooves! Turn into an animal! Why didn’t you tell me this when you….”

“Because I did not want you to see me, child!”

Maridallura snapped back at her daughter and rose with a defiance and pride of her own. The elder djinn placed a hand over her exposed breasts where her heart would be,

“I am a Marid, Jessica! My humiliation is already enough, why would I subject my own daughter to such feelings over something outside of her control!?”

Simon allowed his eyes to drop from the ceiling to the floor as he sighed and slumped his shoulders. Like Mother, Like Daughter, he supposed. The more he saw the two genies together, the more their similarities became apparent. Jessica didn't look to back down either.

“Mistress, you mustn’t fight with Miss Laura like that!”

Stephanie’s voice scolded as she stood between her stepdaughter and her genie sister. Her grey eyes sternly look at Jessica and then turned back to Allura,

“Miss Laura, your daughter cares so much about you, but she is as stubborn and outraged as you are when someone you care about is hurt. Would you find it acceptable if you were in Mistress Jessica’s position and she in yours?”

Both golden blonde genies became flustered and faced away from themselves and the Trophy Wife Doll that had inserted herself between them. Simon was rather impressed by the fact that Stephanie could put herself into such a position even after he changed her into being his girlfriend’s plaything. The current Mrs. Edwards frowned,

“I don’t understand what is going on, but….”

The two genies sighed and looked at one another in unison. The young man could only look on as Jessica spun and clapped her hands together,

“Steph! Could you go grab us all some water? Master and Mother will be thirsty!”

The switch flipped inside the Doll’s head, and Stephanie’s face returned to a vacant smile.

“Right away, Mistress.”

Her heels clacked on the hardwood, and the woman licked the remnants of Maridallura’s cum from her lips as she sauntered to the kitchen. With her stepmother away, Jessica huffed and jumped onto her couch, arms crossed. The genie’s discomfort with her mother was still evident as the Djinn Sister glided her body to sit beside her daughter. A quick glance at Jessica’s eyes toward him, with the way she bit her lip, didn’t take telepathy or rocket science to say she wanted her boyfriend to sit next to her.

Simon did so while Maridallura exhaled in her discomfort,

“Had I been in your position, I would have done as you had. The only time my breasts would not be an issue for me is if the curse were lifted or overpowered my senses completely. You acted as a Djinn Sister would have, Jessica.”

Again, the young master felt the feeling of his girlfriend’s hand wrap over his without taking her eyes off her Mother,

“I mean, I did have help, Mom.”

Jessica motioned her neck toward her boyfriend as Simon felt a shot of electricity into his spine from nerves. Maridallura’s frown and glare were inescapable for him. The magical protection of Jessica’s binding only encouraged the elder genie to beat him around like a ragdoll,

“That dance fight training overwhelmed my brain, Master had to snap commands at me not to get lost in it.”

“Hm.”

The hardened and sharpened gaze seemed to soften into sadness and pity toward him. Maridallura shut her eyes and returned to ignoring his existence as best she could. She simply nodded to her daughter and rubbed the undersides of her breasts with both hands in thought – a sight that made Simon dart his gaze away again.

Jessica and her Mother would be able to drive him crazy if he wasn’t careful.

Given the amused smirk he found directed at him by his girlfriend when he looked up, she knew that too. Simon couldn’t help but look away out of instinct, making his girlfriend respond with an amused giggle. She scoffed and rolled her eyes,

“So silly….”

Jessica’s voice continued to tease,

“My Master is silly, isn’t he?”

“Fools are often more amusing than most, Jessica,” Maridallura’s voice responded aloofly.

Simon could feel the woman’s eyes on him even when he was looking away. The glare of his girlfriend’s mother had been intense enough to pick up now from the back of his skull. Yet the woman stood from her position on the couch, breasts continuing to bounce freely in front of them both.

Compared to Jessica’s panic early on, Simon had learned how unfazed genies must be when it came to their own bodies. It took convincing Allura that clothing made her more appealing for her to wear something as simple as an athletic bikini.

Yet, somehow, a centuries-old-bombshell genie like her had been less unusual to him than someone like him was to her. He tried not to let it bother him, but Simon could tell that for Maridallura, his existence was quickly becoming a paradox. Even if her disdain for him remained obvious, she was incapable of hiding her emotions around Jessica. Though even for his perception, the awkward teen could still be oblivious to some things.

Like what his continued actions could impress upon his girlfriend’s mother. For a brief moment she said nothing, but sighed again as she spoke to her daughter as if he wasn’t in the room and holding her hand,

“You learn and adapt more quickly than I expected. I’ll be more aware of that in the future.”

She then quickly changed her demeanor back to the Marid Trainer she was before,

“That’s enough leisure, Jessica. It’s time to continue your training.”

That quick of a recovery? Simon knew the blonde woman was impatient, but Jessica was caught off guard by it. The cheerleader was in no hurry to get back to it after having to watch her mother be milked and satisfied by Stephanie.

“Mother, I’m not going to spar again after….”

Amused, his girlfriend’s mother smiled and spoke teasingly to her daughter,

“But Jessica, I thought you wished to learn how to create consequences with your magic. Did you not?”

Oh. That was the ultimate tease.

Both teens looked at each other as the realization dawned on them. Jessica was faster to smile as Simon felt his head flood with possibilities. The standing genie sauntered and flipped her long, golden hair behind her,

“Come along then, Jessica.”

The two teenagers stood before Maridallura, who stopped. This time, she turned back to look at him,

“And Simon.”

The young man drew another blank as she glared in utter annoyance, frowning at him.

“If you insist on making yourself a distraction like that again, mortal, try to be at least more clever about it next time.”

Did she just…

…refer to him by name?

It was adorable to watch Simon’s brain still be broken by his name finally being uttered by her mother, but now it was getting annoying. The genie puffed her cheeks and huffed with an angry pout at her Master to snap him back to reality. His mind had been whirling as he stared, looked up, and scratched at the back of his head, trying to comprehend it.

Jessica stomped to snap his eyes back down as she leaned into his personal space.

Her hands were provocatively on her hips as she allowed the glare of the Queen of Eastlake to break through. How could he be thinking about what her mother had told him when there was something much more exciting going on?

If there was a way to feel any sort of empowerment after Maridallura told Jessica she was destined to be an all-powerful genie servant and ****, it was this.

Controlling her own magic when it was released.

The part of the genie stories that had initially brought so much caution to Simon with her power. The reveal that not only was that fact true, but that it was an ability that she could wield as other genies had against those who would **** or control them. Manipulating wishes to achieve not only what her Master desired, but what she could desire on her own?

Jessica wanted to apologize to any of the numerous Harry Potter fanboys or fangirls that she had belittled at Eastlake in the past for wanting to be magic. She was going to live their dream.

At least, some form of it.

She was still technically the Magic Wand, and the only one that she’d needed in her predicament was less the dragon’s scale and unicorn hair, and more the vibrating kind with a fast charging port.

For Maridallura and Simon, it was hard to ignore the amount of spring and hop that the teenage genie had from utter excitement. She was bouncing in her backyard in basically a sports bra and tight bottoms, making her hair and body follow along as she giggled.

At the beginning, if someone told Jessica that she’d be excited about becoming a genie and learning magic, she wouldn’t believe it.

Then again, she probably would’ve fainted or had a complete mental breakdown.

She nearly had the latter.

“Jessica! Cease your antics!”

She froze in place with her shoulders stiff and arms at her sides as her face ducked toward the ground as she shrank her chin,

“Yes, Mother!”

The still-topless Maridallura allowed her bare breasts to bounce freely as she approached with teasingly and intentionally slow movement, her eyes locked intensely onto her daughter so precise that Jessica could feel her skin crawl.

“This isn’t some mere reward for completing a basic task. This is your heritage. The most basic essence of what it means to be a Djinn. If you cannot learn or hope to grasp this, then you will be known as an incompetent object; your power will be free to unleash chaos without limits, or at the whims of a mortal fool.”

Simon’s exasperated sigh distracted her, but Maridallura remained firm, making sure Jessica absorbed her words,

“No Djinn Sister will recognize you more than they are allowed at the bare minimum, but as you are a Marid, more is expected of you as it was of me. I will not allow you to bring further shame upon me than you already have. You represent the Pride of our Sisterhood, and Marid do not suffer humiliation of any form lightly, do you understand?”

The cheerleader felt her face heat up as she nodded and quickly gripped her hands in front of her,

“Y-Yes, Mother.”

Whenever speaking about Genie Emotions and Marid Expectations versus her former mortal ones, it suddenly felt way more terrifying. A greater existential point that she hadn't considered.

She wasn’t trying to be an inept genie!

Jessica Edwards was earnest and tried her best. That was always part of her core identity. Was her mother trying to scare her on purpose? Was this part of her training when she was born?

“You need to start simple.”

Maridallura reached out and held her daughter’s hands open with palms facing upward, her voice soft enough so that only Jessica could listen. Her mother's fingers ran over her palms and fingers as if reading them,

“I will not say it to the boy’s face, the use of your magic has been interesting, but even I can see that his attempts to limit the changes to your realm will do more harm than good at a time like this, when it comes to your training.”

“Master’s plan requires more physical than….”

A finger was quick to press against her lips, her mother's eyes looking into her,

“Shh. Do not tell me. I know he is following the secrets of his heritage, you must follow yours. His wisdom and intention seem more well-placed, but he’s still a mortal. I’ll teach you to sense the veil in this process, so you do not have another encounter as you had to wish for the product that brought me here, but unless he’s willing to make more wishes, you will not learn to manifest and flow your magic. You can do a great many things, Jessica. Over time, you’ll feel what does and does not cross lines or thresholds. Right now, you need to grasp the basic.”

Her mother’s fingers pinched and poked at points near the genie’s fingers and thumbs, then rubbed and stroked the cheerleader’s in her hold for one final time.

“Now….”

The frustration and discomfort made her mother’s face twist into a scowl, an annoyed and disdainful look,

“Boy! Come here!”

Her mother’s commanding tone made the girl flinch as Maridallura gripped Jessica’s hands as she barked at Simon before releasing her. For his own part, Simon was quick to rush over and stand at attention as not to make his girlfriend’s parent more angry with him.

Maridallura placed her hands on her hips and began to pace authoritatively in the grass in front of both teenagers,

“What I’m about to teach you both is one of the greatest powers and responsibilities of all Djinn Sisters. For any mortal to learn of this secret would be tantamount to further punishment on my part, but Jessica is MY daughter. This is her birthright. All I sought to aid her with, would be learned in time via her binding, but because of your idiocy, Simon, I’ll have to use you to speed up this process.”

‘At least it’s nice to be needed,’ the young man sighed internally as he took yet another verbal lashing.

He nodded, and the elder djinn sighed in annoyance as Jessica watched her mother try her best not to tear into her boyfriend. She recognized it in herself. The Queen of Eastlake's demeanor towards losers she was stuck with on a project, rather than her friends or someone she knew, was one she had to endure.

Jessica puffed her cheek and huffed a frown at Maridallura to express her protest.

“Though it causes me great offense, you must wish for something from my daughter.”

The tall dork’s face went blank, head tilted off,

“Like what?”

Another aggravated sigh and roll of the elder genie’s eyes followed,

“It does not matter; what is important is Jessica’s ability to grant it.”

Jessica could feel the hamster inside Simon’s mind continue to spin rapidly on the wheel, attempting to keep up with someone as vague as he could be at times. His stare shifted to looking up in thought,

“So, like, something basic?”

“Do not waste my time, mortal. I’ll save you the effort,” Maridallura scoffed as she held out a hand while her arms remained crossed,

“I desire to sate my hunger caused by our training. A piece of fruit will do.”

Simon continued to stare with his head tilted. Jessica had to suppress the urge to giggle at him,

“So, an apple?”

Her mother groaned, “Yes.”

“What kind of apple, though?”

This time, Maridallura growled and barked at Simon’s need for specificity. The elder djinn no longer having patience,

“That is not for you to decide, boy! Wish me one!”

Jessica sensed the panic hop inside her Master’s body as he scrambled and flailed his arms,

“Okay! Okay!”

Unfortunately, the teenage genie wasn’t spared when her mother shifted her aggression onto her,

“Jessica, let your magic flow before he wishes! Now!”

All defiance quickly left the cheerleader as she was the one who nodded frantically and felt her nerves shoot through the roof under the genie’s glare as her voice squeaked,

“Y-Yes, Mother!”

As fast and with as much focus as she could, the genie allowed her magical senses to reawaken with the tingle that shot with a rush from her spine directly into her pussy. The blonde managed to grasp her hands to the front of her crotch just in time for Simon’s voice to utter the command.

“I wish for an apple.”

Light threatened to overwhelm her vision as she felt the orgasm pulse from within. Jessica let out a gasp as she could watch the brightness dance into a small form in front of her blurred vision. The rush seemed to prolong for only a second as the sound of her moan left her mouth, as a red apple was snatched from midair by Maridallura.

The elder genie narrowed her gaze, tasted the fruit briefly, then spat it in the face of her daughter’s boyfriend as she tossed it at Jessica’s feet.

“This was not the apple I desired.”

‘Saw that coming,’ Simon internally groaned in annoyance as he kept his physical reaction separate from his mental and emotional one so as not to offend her mother.

Clearly, he wasn’t happy about being spat on. He had figured out the exercise beforehand. His emotions and thoughts also gave the lesson away as the genie looked down on her daughter with her breasts blocking the view of the sun above them,

“But, Mother, you wanted an apple.”

Maridallura looked dismissively toward her daughter, her hands and fingers raised holding the air where the apple would've been,

“I desire a golden apple. A large succulent one. Such as the ones your father used to give me.”

Flustered, the teenage genie scoffed at her mother's behavior,

“Then why didn’t you just have Master ask for that?”

“Because he is not the Djinn - you are, Daughter. Were my words not plain or obvious enough for you to understand it? Your Mortal seems to understand this basic fact.”

Jessica winced as her mother sauntered away from her, pointing at the young man between them again and brushing a hand off the taller boy's shoulder,

“Simon may wish for it, you are bound to grant it, but you will decide what form it takes. Your Master will continue wishing for fruit, but he will not specify in detail because that is the Master’s Tongue binding your abilities. That is why I did not allow him to know which kind I wanted. He may wish for it, but you will make me the one I desire, Jessica.”

The genie gulped and nodded to continue. She sighed and pumped herself up to ready her senses again.

It was only an apple. How hard could it be?

Maridallura was quick-tempered and proud. Simon knew that Jessica inherited more from her than from her Dad. The genie was also quick to hide what she was really thinking, even if it was too hard to control her emotions.

After ten apples that didn’t result in one she desired, the elder Marid lost patience as a teacher. To Simon, it quickly went from stern instruction toward his girlfriend to outright hostile and bullying in its harshness.

Jessica finally managed to change the apple’s color after wishing for it the thirteenth time, after changing the size and managing a variance in the next three.

By then, her Mother had subjected his girlfriend to increasingly humiliating insults and touches. Simon couldn’t decide whether to intervene and risk further wrath or try to fight his own arousal due to Jessica. The glare shot in his direction made it clear, the moment he attempted to take a step forward, that he was not to interfere with them. Meanwhile, the genie he loved was locked in a battle between desperately wanting to please her mother, arousal from constantly being placed under wish-induced magic that worked with her new senses, and trying not to break under the humiliation of her punishments.

After another ten attempts, Maridallura had spanked Jessica’s ass cheeks red, assaulted her soaked bottoms from the front with torturing fingers, and wedgie-walked her across the vast space of the backyard grass as she spat in her ear.

When that wasn’t enough, she ripped the sports bikini from the cheerleader’s body and pressed her naked body into the grass,

“I can already hear my sisters’ laughter at you, Jessica. They mock me and jest at how far the Marid have fallen. Is that what you want for me? For yourself? To be laughed at for eternity, Jessica!”

Jessica moaned and gasped out, squirming as her mother slapped her pussy again, which made juices leak down her legs. The teenage genie's eyes rolled up and closed, trying to keep composed as she shook her head after gasping out in more pleasure.

Then her mother pulled her up by her hair from her knees, clutching her like she had held up Stephanie earlier in the afternoon. The sun had already begun setting again as the sound of creatures and insects echoed in the distance.

"Do you know what my sisters would do to you, seeing how useless you'd be to prevent your power being abused, child? What HE would do to...."

Right.

“Enough already!”

Simon was going to get knocked across the fields and yard again, but fuck it. This Whiplash-Style Instructor routine wasn’t working after 20 or so apples. Maridallura dropped her daughter to the ground as he approached. She clenched her fists. As expected, the genie was enraged, but the boy wasn’t exactly in the mood to stop or care as he pulled the naked blonde off the ground.

“I told you not to interfere, boy!”

The hiss in Maridallura’s voice was disdainful, but the defiance in him was stronger as he held Jessica's grass-stained body closer,

“And I’m not going to stand around and let you **** Jess like this! Even if this is how it’s done!”

Simon could only humor anyone up to a point; he had to deal with it constantly. The meltdowns occurred when he couldn’t take it or understand it. It was dangerous to place himself between both genies when one was already disdainful and quick to ****.

She attempted to punch him out of the way, but Simon had been beaten enough by his sister to remember what Sam taught him about how to block a punch. The boy planted his feet and slipped his shoulder, then caught the genie’s arm,

“Look! It's not working your way! So, let me try something! Please!”

A huff in disdain followed as Maridallura reluctantly stepped back as she looked beyond Simon at her daughter on the ground in a daze and then back at him. Something had caught her eye about him, he had no idea what, but it was enough that the puzzled look caused the genie to back away.

“Very well, but if it does not work, know you will be punished instead, mortal. If you can even get through to her.”

Simon grimaced as he took a knee and turned to face Jessica, only to find his genie looking up at him with wide and aroused eyes. The cheerleader wasn’t just looking at him, but looking through him. Her legs were split in the grass, her head wobbled along with her shoulders as she looked up at him through the magically induced state. As Simon tried to scan his girlfriend’s thoughts, he found nothing coherent, just the sound of waves and water crashing into echoes. His presence brought one word to the forefront.

‘Master….’

He tapped her cheek as he remembered his younger self did when a little blonde girl retreated inwardly at times,

“Jess. You there?”

She had never granted so many wishes in succession before, even if it was a smaller or simpler one, but the naked girl humiliated and horny on the ground managed a nod. That was at least some source of encouragement. However, the longer she stared at him, Simon could see her hands moving to touch herself at his presence. Her pussy juices and body’s sweat already coated the grass around her like morning dew.

She was trying her best to recover some form of coherence,

“Master…hard….”

Of course, he was hard. There were enough genie pheromones in the air that it was hard enough, but that wasn’t what she meant.

He cupped her face to help her focus again, smiling,

“What’s hard, Jess?”

She struggled, her brain overwhelmed, face scrunched to try and focus,

“Th…Think….”

She was trying to think in this kind of state? He made sure to hold her shoulders firmly, but not hard.

“You don’t have to think, Jess. Remember? Just feel. Listen to my voice. Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what’s hard. Tell me why it’s hard.”

Maridallura scoffed in disbelief as she rolled her eyes behind him, but Simon bore his gaze into his girlfriend’s wide emerald orbs as they remained in a fog.

“Too much….”

The teenage genie struggled and grimaced between pleasure and coherence,

“Trying to…float…not fall…too fast…waves too….”

“She’s trying to ride the flow while remaining in the moment,” the elder blonde djinn spoke in an almost dismissive realization,

“The waters of magic do not have time for those who seek to sail above them….”

Simon’s brain clicked, and he turned his focus as the water metaphors and euphemisms suddenly made a comeback,

“Ms. Allura, when you keep talking about Marid genies....When a Marid manipulates magic, are they immersed in a way that alters time?”

“What would that have to do with….”

Simon smiled and held up a hand to hold that thought. He turned his smile back on the cheerleader, who began to smile back as the reception of his emotions flowed into her.

“Jess. Listen to me. Think of it like going to the pool at my house. Don’t float. Go swimming.”

“Swim….”

Simon watched the realization click somehow in the entranced-like eyes of his childhood companion. She struggled, her head bobbed, her hair was a mess, but her emerald eyes looked at him through it as the words somehow clicked. He nodded again.

“Yeah. Don’t try and flow and float at the same time. Go swimming. Swim, Jess.”

“…okay….”

She slumped forward and back, smiling as if it had gotten through, her hands weakly moved to stroke up and down his chest. She tried to reach for his crotch, but he pushed her back to remind her,

“Golden Apple, Jess. Gold. Got it? Gold.”

The awkward teen pulled himself to his feet and watched the skepticism grow on the topless genie that stood next to him with a glare.

“What will that hope to….”

“I wish for an apple.”

Jessica hiccuped out a moan on the ground as she fell forward with her breasts touching the grass.

There was no apple in front of them, but there was a thud behind both Maridallura and the teenage master as they spun to look down at what had caused it. It shimmered as the teenage master bent down and picked it up.

Simon pulled initially what he thought was a strange rock from the ground, finding it heavier than he expected. His eyes widened as he brushed off some of the dirt and then held up the object to the visiting genie.

A Solid-Gold Apple.

“I think this counts as an improvement.”

Simon turned with more focus and determination than before, as if daring the elder genie as he turned back and commanded his horny girlfriend’s attention again, the voice of a movie from their childhood echoing in his mind,

‘Just keep swimming, Jess.’

“I wish for an apple.”

She loved swimming at Master’s house every summer when she was younger.

Stephanie sometimes went with her in a pretty swimsuit to look after her and Master. She’d laugh and splash around with her friend and jump into her stepmother's arms or with someone else. Sometimes, Master held her hand, and they would jump into the water together.

Jessica loved the water. She loved swimming. There was something so natural and instinctive about the water. Even when Master was ripped from her, she longed to swim, bathe in the sunlight, and go to the beaches when her father brought her and her stepmother along.

Sammy always got so annoyed when she asked if the pool was ready in the spring. It was something her father planned on building for her and Stephanie at some point.

Jessica would rather be swimming than go through another of her mother’s humiliations. It was painful and hard. She wanted to please her and show she could embrace the core essence of altering the wish. It was a struggle because time refused to bend, the pleasure was distracting, and while she could visualize the fruit in front of her, she could never get it right without trying to constantly pull as if time could stretch itself out long enough to make a difference.

She broke it in half, turned it into applesauce on the inside, rotted it, even bloated it to twice its size, but nothing was enough.

All she wanted Master to do was to fuck her into being better. His aura was a brilliant display of light as she remembered it; even without seeing his face, she could feel her Master near her. His voice commanding her rang like brilliant bells that gave her body permission to melt into her own desires.

Then Simon told her to swim again.

This time, when the magic came, Jessica didn’t try to move or flow with the light; she dived straight into it like a mermaid. She swam around the sudden abstract giddily as her overly-pleasured mind saw the outline and echoed the word.

An apple, a simple red apple, seemed to fall from an unseen tree as she poked at it as if tapping on a color palette.

Red would never do; Mother desired something else.

Master said Gold.

Gold was fancy. Gold was rich. Her ring was made of gold. The genie giggled as she felt herself swimming in the shrinking white light and poked the apple into the color of the shiny metal. She moaned as the feeling of pleasure flowed through her, away to swim up and away.

Then her face was touching the grass as the rest of her body lay there. Something had happened, but she was too horny and lost to think about what. Jessica wanted to go swimming again.

She went swimming in the white light another 7 times, but by then, she could sense a feeling and a memory. What age she was didn’t matter, but she remembered sitting in the lap of her mother as she hummed something, holding an apple slice out to her as she ate another.

It was a Golden Delicious Apple. Yellow in color, as Maridallura remembered.

Jessica smiled as she made five of them from the apples that seemingly fell from nowhere.

On the 7th, she wondered if she should keep it attached to the tree. When she emerged from swimming again, Master held her shoulders and helped her to her feet. Everything in life seemed so far away, but not him. Not her best friend.

Her boyfriend’s thoughts and feelings were always so closely tied to her. As if losing the water that clogged her ears, his voice became more present,

“Jess. Jess, you did it! Look!”

He helped hold her on her feet as he moved aside to show her mother, who was smiling as she ate an apple with a look of pride in her eyes. Behind them both, Jessica looked up at the branches and bark of what was once not there.

There was a golden apple tree in her yard.