Sobering Errors

Her wet fingers nearly threw the box over the tub's lip, but Jessica did manage to grab hold of the treasure, grasp the ring in her fingers, and hold it aloft to watch its gemstone glitter in the bathroom light. She was free. Free. Did Ernest screw up? Was his drunken stupidity an accidental letting go of his grip on her? Whatever meager attempts of good faith he had done, they could not be remembered after the traumatizing trip Jessica took to get here. The wooden box was tossed carelessly into the bedroom, suds and water going with it, as Jessica cried with joy. She cradled the tiny bit of jewelry to her face in an absurd pose, there with her elbows on the edge of the tub as she wept. She didn't care how dumb it looked; she didn't care about a damn thing except that this nightmare was over.

She needed to get dry, get dressed, and finally find a place to hide this ring once and for all. She thought to put it on, to wish away every horrible memory, but she was told she couldn't do it. What harm came in trying? She put the ring on... and felt nothing different, but maybe that was normal? She braced herself and wished, "I wish the bathtub was empty and I was dry!"

The gentle waves in the tub remained... and she opened her eyes to feel herself still up to her waist in water. She was as powerless as her mother had warned... so what now?

"I need... a Master," she whispered with an immediate regret. Angrily, she yanked the ring violently off of her finger and lifted herself up from the shower, clutching the ring until it hurt. Putting it back in the discarded box, still dripping as she was, Jessica took the next few minutes to carefully dry herself off without letting the ring leave her sight, lest somehow, someone, by some terrible new coincidence, ended up with it the way Ernest had. That her house was empty was meaningless to her; the paranoia of the whole day made sure she couldn't rest until she was sure this ring was hidden anew. Slowly, with irritated grunts and constant glances to ensure her bedroom door remained locked, she was dressed in the outfit on her bed; it was, after all, exactly what she wanted to wear.

What she wasn't sure of now was how to find a Master she could trust... one she could fool into both wishing away everything Ernest had done and wishing the ring back out of his or her possession. With her sex finally calmed down, Jessica racked her brain to find a way to trick someone she could trust and not risk finding herself a **** once more... and after a few minutes of pondering, of scheming... of emotionally and physically exhausted planning... she had ended up laying on her bed, her eyes fluttering as she tried to think about who to trust... about her mother... and about the insanity of meeting her mother for the first time and, only now, having the moment of peace to think about it.

Jessica... met her dead mother. And that distant thought, the idea of a mother, had been not only tangible... but magical, and dedicated. She came back just to protect Jessica from some unexplained evil, something that presumably would be even worse than this ring... and Jessica finally permitted herself to cry.

She cried as she struggled with this truth, with this burden, and with how small and hostile the world now seemed when she was too delirious, or perhaps too surrounded by hungry, **** humans, to think of one man or woman who would right the world, set her free... and still give up this damnable ring. The wish that gave Jessica the power to sleep was still in place; she was exhausted, she was crying, and she just wanted to forget everything for a moment's rest... and so the tension around her eyes eased as she fell, spiraling downward, into a peaceful slumber.

Ernest fucked up. Drunk as he was, he didn't notice the ring vanish until he tried to wish for a magical strap-on for Xenia to DP her daughter with him. (It seemed the only rational way to entertain both girls while he continued to pump Kris' packed rectum with more cum.)

"Well that's a funny thing to wish for," Xenia snickered as she continued lay back, reach forward, and bury her daughter's face in the cum-slick snatch that birthed her... but no strap-on manifested. Ernest looked to his ring... and found only the bare inch of finger where it once rested. Even drunk on pheromones and wish-enhanced liquor, Ernest could manage to recall his very last wish before now... and his desire to fix whatever he just did overcame his desire to have a drunken orgy with the Crowley girls. With only his will, as his wish had permitted, he was able to pull back every bit of the liquor's power over him... and now he began to realize the madness... the wrongness... the sexy, amazing, and fucked-up travesty of wishes he had actually done.

Ernest nearly ripped out of poor Kris' anus, but instead he slowly let her fall off his cock as her gaping anus coughed jizz out. Kris, on her breasts and face with her ass up in the air, moaned into her mother's pussy with a sigh of relief: her belly had grown taut as Ernest had continued to fill her guts with sperm, and now, at last, she could empty herself onto the bed. Ernest looked at his still-hard cock, now freakishly huge, and shook his head. How the fuck was he going to put on pants?! The question was one of several, but for now he had to look around and try and figure out how he lost the ring and-

Whatever she wants.

It had dawned on his stupid, intoxicated brain that all the wishes to make this experience wonderful for the girls in front of him might have been making life hard for Jessica... and so he wanted her to be comfortable, to have whatever she wanted... and of course she wanted one thing more than any other. The ring could only leave Ernest's finger if he willed it away... and what better expression of will was there, but a wish?

Without lifting a finger, her will had overcome his. She had the ring now... but she also couldn't use it. He knew she was terrified of him holding onto it... so would she let someone else use it to try and undo Ernest's plans? To punish Ernest? Suddenly he felt a cold chill overcome him. What if she wanted ****? What if instead of wiping Ernest's memories of the event, she wiped him away permanently? Or even... hurt his family? More, what if she picked the wrong new Master... and the world was put into even greater danger?! Ernest felt a prick of hypocrisy there: now with a clear mind, he realized that he must've done something wrong about the pheromones or some other aspect of his fountain of wishes... "I really should've written them all down..."

"What's that, sweetie?" the mother casually groaned as Kris eagerly tongued the canal that birthed her.

"I... nevermind. Miss... eh, Xen, I need to get going. I have to find a friend and help her," he hastily explained as he tried to ignore that he just made Kris and her mom ****, gay lovers.

"Oh? Well, it was nice having you, s-sweetie," she groaned, "j-just... lock the door behind... you...u...aaah!" The mature woman began repositioning as she felt an orgasm coming on: withdrawing from the bed, she flipped her leaking daughter onto her back and promptly sat on that confused, horny face that blinked up at her. By standing on the ground while squatting, she was able to properly smothered her daughter with her spasming puss at the edge of the bed. Kris grabbed and massaged the ass she groped to find, urging it to give her some air, but she didn't stop sucking on the tender bits of hot flesh engulfing her face.

The sight nearly pulled Ernest back towards them... but he had to find Jessica... and if he had to guess, the one place she'd want to be was home.

Without new clothes to wish for, he went back to Kris' room and prayed no one would notice or question how badly his clothes were stained... or how they reeked of sexual fluids.

A few minutes later, Ernest was driving towards Jessica's home... where, unbeknownst to him, the traumatized genie slept. Was this right? Didn't he deserve this for all the fucking-around he did? He shook his head in dismay; hindsight was 20/20, and the guilt gnawed, but he couldn't risk the cost of surrendering the power... especially if it was surrendered to another. His engine roared as he sped to leave Kris' neighborhood and find his way back to Jessica's house, where everything began.