Not All Djinn are CR 11

Ernest needed a few seconds to process the wild words that just fell out of a hot cheerleader's skirt.

Jessica didn't.

This was not a moment to be the pristine hostess; her mother's warnings, the dread fate that awaited her the moment that emerald eye left her supervision... no, it was not a mere concern or possibility. Her mother dressed in absurd, scant clothing... and warned her of a similar fate if one took her ring. A natural breeze that tickled her bare pussy reminded her that she was already one step through that dreaded threshold... to slavery.

Jessica's freedom was suddenly on the line, and her possible 'Master' was still too dumbfounded to keep her from saving herself. She wasn't thinking about how she might get him to forget, or to never repeat what had happened tonight, or anything like that; she was the one person who couldn't use her powers to make such problems just vanish. She still had to deal with Kevin, too! But whatever the solution, letting Ernest keep the ring wasn't an option.

She grabbed his clenched left fist with both of her hands and pinned it to her body as she tried to dig her fingers into it. She lunged for his hand before he could get the door closed in response, and the brawl began with fingernails and yells of, "Give it-!"

"Gah, you crazy-!"

The door slammed against the wall and cast a pair of framed pictures of cats down to the floor. Ernest tried to whip himself deeper into his house to escape Jessica, but she anchored his hand to her stomach as she clawed at it. He didn't dare unclench his fist; the value of the ring, if any word of that note was true, was too great to surrender now. This was all too crazy to doubt those words now.

He swung his pinned arm as hard as he could; Jessica was taken off her feet as she slammed her shoulder into the opposite wall, sending the black and white mechanical cat-clock just behind her to the ground-

... and then her right tit popped out. Both teenagers were nearly stunned into stopping the struggle. Jessica's hands loosened to save her dignity out of instinct; Ernest nearly forgot to pull his fist free. The two disconnected as Jessica tucked her boob away, and she chased him deeper into his house while the front door remained ajar.

"You don't know what you're dealing with! You have to give that back!"

Jessica was a cheerleader, which meant she was more than agile enough to catch the lanky teen, even on his home turf... and despite her role in the games, she had spent years cheering--and inevitably, automatically, studying--how the Eastlake High football team played.

They played hard. Jessica dashed at Ernest and lowered her shoulders.

"Get out of my hou-rrk!" The wind left Ernest as the cheerleader speared his back--a fifteen-yard penalty and a 'disciplinary' hearing at Eastlake, at least-- and sent them both crashing into, and then over, the gaudy orange love seat in the living room. Ernest's head crashed against the entertainment center behind it; luckily, their 20-year-old tube television was undeterred by the whole piece of plywood furniture shaking like a leaf. The various porcelain Disney figurines were another matter, and Goofy soon took a leap of faith right onto the teenage boy's skull. "Ack!"

Jessica had made her chance and dove at the stunned hand trying to cover Ernest's sore head... until she was counter-tackled on her head and shoulder by Chip and Dale.

"Aiie!" she squealed, but she continued to wrestle Ernest as she mounted him, tucking her knees against his sides. "Give it back!" she hollered.

Ernest was furious as pain and adrenaline ran through him... but only now was he finally knocked hard enough to recall what brought him to this moment, what had caused his night to go from disappointing to impossible...

A wish.

"I wish... you'd get off of me!"

Ernest's home had a fairly low ceiling, barely short of eight feet from the ground. This was unfortunate, because the **** of the wish took Jessica in the exact opposite direction of being 'on' Ernest... and launched her diagonally across the living room until she hit the white popcorn ceiling with a dull THUD that bounced her downward into the long, hot-pink couch on the other end of the room. She landed there, both of her breasts jiggling out of her uniform as it finally ripped in half, and moaned as her thighs squeezed together. She struggled to stand, no longer caring about her dignity, and tried to run as a building orgasm twisted her legs.