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Chapter 12 by TheTruePenguin TheTruePenguin

How does Jess take her new 'freedom'?

The Tigress stalks her prey

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry!" Toby babbled as Jessica heated glare shot through him. The blonde was surprisingly strong for a girl without any visible muscle. He quickly realized how insulting that sentence was; of course she wouldn't have much visible muscle, she was a cheerleader. Being bulky would defeat the purpose.

Jessica released Toby as she backed off, internally cheering as no wave of heat washed over her, although she noticed that she did feel slightly wetter although whether that was simply something that happened whenever Toby made a wish, even if she didn't feel the arousing heat, or because she was still confined to one hand as the other continued to thrust into her womanhood.

Jessica put on her best annoyed face which didn't take much effort as she turned back to meet Toby's gaze. She noted silently that he now sported a trio of light red cuts down his cheek from where she'd attacked him. She felt a small sense of vindication.

"It's fine, I should've expected something like this honestly since you seem so hung up on your sense of morality," Jessica muttered as Toby's gaze dropped to the floor sheepishly.

"Sorry," He repeated once more, "But did it work? Are you okay now when I make a wish?" Toby was unable to keep the eagerness from showing in his voice as Jessica sighed.

"Yeah, I'm fine now," Jessica said, considering for a second to send Toby on a guilt trip, but decided not to since what she really wanted was for him to reverse the wish that had kept her masturbating since last night/ early this morning, "But before you go on another wishing spree, the least you could do is fix the mess you've made."

"Huh?" Was Toby's intelligent answer as he brought his eyes back up to meet Jessica's now annoyed gaze. As he did so, he finally realized just how frazzled the blonde cheerleader looked.

"Did I do this?" he asked, genuinely curious how since couldn't see what he'd done to have this effect on her unless it was from her leaping across the stall at him.

"Duh, do you think I did this myself?" her voice was rising along with her irritation.

"Oh sorry," Toby's apology only seemed to further irritate Jessica as he tried to collect himself enough to form a good idea of how to phrase his next wish.

"I wish that Jessica was wearing-" His wish was cut short as Jessica clamped her free hand over his mouth to silence him as she realized a flaw in the plan immediately. If he simply wished new clothes on her, it wouldn't stop her from masturbating which would just ruin the new clothes the same as her old ones. However, she'd have to bring attention to the fact she was literally jilling herself while he was in the stall with her, so she tried to work up the nerve as Toby stared at her confusedly.

"Do you think you could...?" she whispered as she she purposefully averted her eyes downward, drawing his gaze only for him to once again misunderstand.

"That's what I was trying to do," he tried to explain only to be met with another of Jessica's annoyed glares, although this one seemed tempered by embarrassment.

"No, Toby," She started, and Toby was 100% positive she hadn't intended to use his name there, " A little lower, I want you to fix it." She hoped that he could get the message this time.

Toby's eyes did drop lower, finally seeing where her hand was hard at work bringing her to another orgasm.

"I mean, I already turned down a blowjob so I don't know why you want me to lick it." He said.

If Jessica's eyes could shoot daggers, Toby was pretty sure he'd already be a pincushion as she snarled at him, "Not lick it Toby! I want you to FIX IT!" Jessica yelled, no longer caring who heard as her rage boiled over.

"Fix it, how would I fix it? You seem to have the problem well in hand," Toby said, quickly trying to defend himself. But he only succeeded in further angering the blonde with his unintentional pun.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME TOBY!" Jessica's voice was reaching an even higher pitch as Toby attempted to scramble away from her, only to realize his back was still against the door.

"How did I do this to you? I'm pretty sure at no time could I have got you this horny, especially considering how you look like you want to turn me into a scratching post right now," Toby argued, not seeing how exactly it was his fault, although it was most certainly his problem now.

"With your fucking wish, Toby!" Jessica was descending, her eyes fiery as Toby gulped, although his courage was slowly showing itself as he prepared to verbally defend himself, although if their was one thing he knew, it was that if Jessica intended to maim him, then there wasn't much he could say to deter her.

"What wish?" He asked, quickly crawling to a different corner.

"The wish you made last night," Jessica hissed out, no longer yelling which only seemed to add to the fear Toby felt.

"I didn't make any wish last night," Toby just fired off his first reactionary response, despite knowing it was a lie since he'd made the wish about his parents going on vacation.

"I heard you make the wish Toby."

"Still don't know what you're talking about."

"So you didn't wish for me to quote, fuck myself unquote?"

"You heard that?

"I hear every wish you make!"

"Oh..."

"Yeah, oh, so I'll repeat myself," Jessica whispered as she got right in front of Toby, " Fix it."

"Okay, I wish you didn't have to fuck yourself anymore," Toby said and Jessica pulled her hand free from under skirt.

"Thanks... now if you could kindly fix my clothes, my makeup, and maybe my day!" Jessica hissed at him as Toby pushed himself up, finding his legs now that the danger had seemingly passed.

"I wish Jessica was dressed in her favorite outfit with flawless makeup and her hair looking like something straight out of a commercial. I wish Jessica had gotten a full night of sleep and was happy," Toby said, fully expecting some magnificent change like a light descending from heaven as Jessica changed before his eyes.

Jessica felt her clothes change, her hair rearrange itself, and the slight fog in her head vanish. She could only assume that her makeup was done thanks to the wish, and although the wish didn't wipe away her distress any, finally being dully dressed and cleaned up let a momentary wave of happiness hit her, pulling her lips up into a smile.

"Well?" She asked expectantly, and Toby couldn't resist as he mocked a bow to her.

"Exceptional, your Highness, I dare say not even the stars could shine as brightly as thee," Toby said, attempting to adopt an English accent that actually got a soft chuckle from Jessica.

Seeing that he was attempting to disperse the tense air between them, Jessica decided to let him off the hook just this once.

"Yes, I am the Queen of this land, and you would do well not to forget it, Toby," Jessica's accent was much better, although that may be due to it sounding arrogant and condescending.

"Would that I could ever forget your beauty, your Grace," Toby said, rising from his bow as he opened the stall door for her.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Toby inquired as the pair paused in the more open central portion of the room.

"If you could fix Tiffany's wrist, I would appreciate it, Toby," Jessica asked, dropping the 'fake' tone as her eyes met Toby's, waiting to see how he would respond to her request.

"I wish Tiffany's wrist was fine," Toby said, as if there was no alternative to heeding Jessica's request.

Whatever was going to happen next was cut off as the pair heard the bell ring, sending all the teens scattering into the hallways in preparation for their next classes.

As he turned to leave, Toby felt a soft hand grasp his as he turned back to meet Jess's green eyes.

"You know, you're kinda strange," Jessica said as Toby felt her lips lightly brush his cheek, "That's for cleaning up the garbage at my house and for helping Tiffany."

Any response Toby might have had was immediately squashed as Jessica's hand met his chest as she pushed him away, sending him stumbling as he tripped backwards over the backpack he'd forgotten in his earlier wishing spree, "But don't go thinking this makes us friends or anything, you still just Toby to me."

And with that, Jessica exited the bathroom leaving Toby to consider whether Jessica Edwards was actually a genie or a tigress.

What does Toby's next class bring?

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