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"The connection's perfect," Tori said. "As expected."

"And?" you prompted.

"You already know the answer. Of course it's willing to help. It's what it was made to do, after all. It's practically eager for it."

"It's good to hear it from someone else, though," Kazumi said, and you nodded agreement.

Tori shifted a bit in her seat, her nine tails waving languidly as you gently took off the first patch of living bandage and applied the second, repeating the process until she'd verified that every single one was, to the extent it could be, practically chomping at the bit to be used to help hurt people heal.

Kazumi put an arm around your shoulders, knowing that not all wounds could be so easily repaired.

Meanwhile, Brynn and Wren continued to play with Kelly Lancer's body, moving it around and changing its shape, and you decided to leave them to it. It wouldn't hurt to let the prototypes get accustomed to that, after all.

Once the final test was done, Tori hopped up and, with an exclamation of "Fuck it", wrapped her tails around Kazumi and gave your busty, muscular, nigh-omnipotent lover a solid kiss.

Kazumi pulled away right as Tori's hand started tracing itself along her inner thigh. "I thought you wanted something hard before you'd do that."

Tori shrugged. "You're hot, I'm horny."

Kazumi gave you a look.

"Guess it's never going to be perfect." You quickly looked over what you'd subconsciously done over the last half an hour or so while you were focusing on the tests you were running with Tori. "I think my lust for you seeped out just enough."

"So, what, now everyone's gonna lust after me?" Kazumi said.

"No, it was just a local effect. Very local. Just Tori."

"Yep. Still not that interested in eating cunt," she confirmed. "Except for you two." She smirked. "Though I still wouldn't say no to anything harder."

Both you and Kazumi rolled your eyes in unison.

"If we give you a good dicking," your girlfriend said, "will that satisfy you?"

"If by 'satisfy' you mean 'leave me wanting to do it again because it was amazing', then sure," Tori agreed. "I don't think it's possible for sex with Juno to be anything but amazing."

"I could do bad sex on purpose," you retorted.

"And it would the most amazingly bad sex anyone's ever had," Tori shot back.

Kazumi sighed. "Juno, is there anything you can do to get her head out of that gutter?"

"Why should I? Mine's already there." You gave Kazumi a smirk of your own. "And I know full well that yours is, too." You unweaved reality around the three of you, reforming it to place you in Tori's apartment.

"This is gonna be our life now, isn't it," Kazumi said. "Half an hour of actual work, followed by hours of sex to blow off the horniness."

"No," you corrected her, making the eager, squirming Tori immortal and unaging as you did. "Half an hour of actual work, followed by millennia of mind-blowing fuckfests to temporarily take the edge off the horniness." Time came to a silent halt outside the apartment as you spoke.

"I think I'm never going to be able to match the levels of arousal you two can reach," Kazumi said, deleting what little clothing each of you still wore. "But you know what they say." Her crotch started to shift and Tori's pussy visibly moistened at the sight. "If you can't join 'em, beat 'em."

--

"So let me see if I understand this," Emilia King said, sitting her absurdly curvy body down in a plush chair inside Safiya's personal realm, the place where she could go when her services as a genie weren't needed. "We're inside your glasses."

The glasses had been a King family heirloom, binding Safiya to the family's service, but after Hala and Safiya had exchanged places in the genie hierarchy--to the extent that meant anything any more--Emilia had made a formal gift of them to her friend, effectively freeing Safiya completely, with the genie staying with Emilia out of friendship, affection, love and, most recently, raw carnal desire.

"Yes. They've always been the object to which I was bound," Safiya affirmed. "Though that has taken different forms over the years, but it's always been the same object."

"But your glasses are also here, and not still out there, where someone could just take them."

"Yes," Safiya agreed. "Not that just anyone could take them, of course. Only Juno and Kazumi could do that without my permission."

"So your glasses are inside themselves."

"Yes."

"This is breaking my brain, and that's the one part of me that was never afflicted."

"It's a privilege reserved to the Empress alone," Safiya explained. "It's how Hala was able to decide who she would appear to, simply by hiding her lamp away inside itself and only appearing when her intended partner was near. Of course, Juno was powerful enough even before her ascension to throw a spanner into those works, and anyway it's not like I need to worry about anyone stealing it now. I serve myself and no other, if I don't want to."

"All right, fine, I don't want to try to think about that any more." Emilia massaged her temples. "Can we get back to my previous question, before I got distracted?"

"You want to know how much of this"--Safiya waved a hand at Emilia's oversexualised form, which mirrored her own--"is you, and how much is Juno."

"Yeah. Like I said, I like it, and I know that's real, but what 'real' means these days is rather more open to interpretation than it used to be."

"Juno's been... working through her issues. Some of them, anyway," Safiya said. "So at this point, yes, Emilia. This is all you. This is what the sexual, lustful side of you has wanted all along. You just couldn't express that until now."

"You're saying I want to be tall, ripped, and outlandishly curvy."

"Yes."

"Just like Juno."

"Just like Emily Lockard, really, if she'd ever deeply examined herself that way. And the two of you were pretty similar in many ways. You know that."

"And what about you, then? Is this how you want to look, how you see yourself?"

Safiya shrugged. "I'm a genie. To a great extent my appearance is shaped by what my Master desires."

"But you're your own woman now."

"I am. But that doesn't mean there still isn't someone I want to please."

"You're saying..." Emilia put her head in her hands as she realised what Safiya was getting at.

"I'm saying that just like you and Emily wanted this sort of body for yourselves, if only you could have it, each of you also wanted your lover to have it, as well. That's why Kazumi's still built like a brick shithouse, just like Juno, just like you, just like me."

"I feel like I'm living in some sort of absurd fetish porn story," Emilia complained. "Probably written by someone with more libido than sense."

"And if we are, that means we're written to enjoy it," Safiya pointed out. "If this is a story, the way things have been going, this feels more like an extended denouement than anything actually serious, where the author gets to express their crazier fantasies without actually affecting anything important to the plot, because that's been wrapped up."

"Are you trying to make me feel better about having lap-filling boobs?" Emilia said.

"Well, are you?"

Emilia slouched slightly. "Yes," she grumped.

"So enjoy it!" Safiya said. "Why not? If this is real life, then I'm a walking, talking, fucking universal cheat code who's completely devoted to you and can make almost all your dreams come true. And if this is a story, then it's not like we have any agency anyway, so we might as well enjoy whatever wacky scenarios we're written in."

"If this is a story," Emilia pointed out, "then we're being written to say these very things." She rubbed her temples again. "And now my brain is hurting even more. Can we go back to sex?"

"Just a moment ago you were complaining about how your life has become too sexual."

"Yes, but at least sex feels really good and doesn't give me a headache."

"Well, you could lie down on the bed and I could eat you out to a few screaming orgasms," Safiya suggested.

"No, I mean, Safiya, I..." Emilia stumbled over her words, but Safiya calmly continued.

"You want to bring other people into our relationship. Or, maybe more specifically, you want threesomes."

"Foursomes. Flings. One-night stands. Find someone and absolutely blow her mind. You were right, Juno let me live again and by fuck I'm gonna live it."

"It's good to have a purpose in life," Safiya agreed. "Especially when you're an immortal with a wish-granting genie who shares it."

"Immortal?" Emilia asked.

"Oh, just something Juno did for you." Safiya shrugged. "You could ask her to take it away if you want, but as it is you're gonna be a hot piece of ass for the rest of time."

"'Brick shithouse', 'hot piece of ass', why, Safiya, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were objectifying me and reducing me to only my sexual qualities."

"I've had decades to admire everything else about you, Emilia. Why shouldn't I appreciate your aesthetics?"

"Well, then, this brick shithouse would very much like to have a hot piece of ass like you on her arm while she searches for other partners."

"This hot piece of ass gladly accepts the brick shithouse's kind invitation."

The two women collapsed in laughter before Safiya teleported them back into reality, Juno allowing the genie to make their complete nudity utterly unremarkable, as neither Emilia nor Safiya had any desire to hide themselves from the world under even the slightest stitch of clothing.