Plenty of Wish

Plenty of Wish

“I guess I’m looking to settle down,” Beren says, swirling her glass of red wine. “Internet dating really sucks,” she smiles a bit ruefully, “No offense.”

Her date laughs, his handsome face dimpling. “None taken! I feel the same way.” He shakes his head with a little smile. “I wish I was already married.”

Beren sighs and feels the Old Family Magic blaze within her mortal form. “Your wish is my command…”

And just like that reality shifts: her date grows a little less fit, his clothes become less stylish, and a gold ring manifests on his left hand. “Anyway,” her date says, shooting a guilty glance across the bar, “I’m not looking for a commitment…”

“Bryce you cheating asshole!” A woman shrieks while leveling an accusing finger at Beren’s date. 

“Your wife?” Beren asks.

“I can explain!” Her dates says, although it’s unclear whether it’s to her or the furious woman.

“I fucking hate dating,” Beren says to her glass.

***

Beren looks in the bathroom mirror and moues experimentally. She looks good: cute little black dress, flirty but not slutty, worn under a vintage denim jacket maybe a half size too big, dark tights, ankle boots. Her wavy black hair is loose, her mediterranean olive skin is buffed and clean, and her dark eyes are judiciously framed in makeup. She looks put together, a slender grown up woman on a mission to find Mister or Missus Right (she isn’t picky); ready to settle down, get married, and finally kick the family curse. She nods and taps the side of her slightly too large nose, “Showtime…”

Beren leaves her apartment and goes to meet tonight’s blind date.

***

“Oh god, it’s so boring! I make custom databases for clients like hospitals or museums.” Jordan laughs and shakes his head, “It pays well, and I get to work remotely, but it’s not exactly scintillating date chatter.”

Beren grins at Jordan and takes a sip of coffee. Points for a solid job and more points for knowing it was dull. Jordan was cute too, tall and lean and dorky, but in a self aware way that she might indeed fancy. Pale blue eyes behind geeky spectacles, good cheekbones, messy brown hair and stubble. Beren touches her hair; definite potential here. “To be fair, it’s not like my job is any more exciting.”

“Oh?” 

“I’m an office manager at a law firm.”

“What kind of law?”

Beren smiles, “The boring kind that doesn’t make for scintillating date chatter.”

Jordan smiles back, “Okay, so work is a double dud. What about family?”

“My parents are both still alive, retired and elsewhere, and I have three brothers who are all idiots,” Beren says fondly. “You?”

“Parents are still kicking too, and I have a sister, a twin actually.”

Beren blinks, she knew a few twins, mostly as  individuals, but grew up around twin sisters. They were cool, but basically inseparable, even into adulthood. Jordan is the first boy-girl twin she’s ever met. “You must be close?”

“Yeah? I mean we were as kids, but not as much lately. I did my incredibly cool computer science degree here, but my sister went out of state for journalism school and has been traveling around the country chasing stories ever since.” Jordan grimaces a little, “We only really see each other on holidays.” He sighs, “I wish we were closer.”

Beren’s eyes go wide as the impossible unfolds within her: “Your wish is my command…”

And suddenly: her date is different. Instead of Jordan the cute nerd boy, there is now a two-headed woman seated across the table from her. She, no they, are dressed in a tight blue top that hugs three breasts and bares angular shoulders connected to four arms. The head on the left has messy brown hair and is wearing familiar geeky glasses and, Beren suspects, is Jordan. The right head has dyed blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and better makeup. The left head says: “And of course you’ve met my sister Isabelle. We’re pretty much inseparable.” Girl-Jordan smiles like a dork, “That was a conjoined twin joke.”

Beren manages a smile, “Funny.” Okay, so the cute computer guy was now a cute computer girl, but was stuck to her beautiful and maybe haughty sister? Was that a deal breaker? Beren was bisexual and the self-aware geek vibe was at least twenty percent cuter on a girl, so okay. The conjoined twin thing was weird, and Isabelle was giving off questionable vibes, but she was also beautiful, and the idea of fucking twin sisters was hot…

“Veto.” Isabelle says.

“Ah, Izzy, why?”

“Veto.”

“But the date was going well! She’s cute.”

“You think everyone’s cute.”

“I do not!”

“Jordan, please.”

“Tell me why,” Jordan says with a pout, crossing two arms under their triple chest.

“You know the rules, I don’t have to explain why.”

“Izzy…”

One of the extra hands pinches Izzy’s nose. “If you must know: I just don’t find her attractive. Sexually.”

“Oh,” Jordan says blushing. She looks at Beren and winces, “Oh god, I’m so sorry, but this isn’t going to work. I really like you, but well, my sister and I, we share a… let’s say waterpark?”

Isabelle rolls her eyes, “Waterpark? Really?”

“Anyway!” Jordan continues, “Getting to ride the, uh, fun slide is a group decision. Otherwise it isn’t uh, very wet or very fun?” Jordan smiles sheepishly, “If I were a solo act I’d love to see where this might go, but well… sorry.”

***

“… when we finally got into the unit it was absolutely full of cookie jars! Like hundreds of them! And fancy too: cute ceramic pigs, dogs, a spooky ghost, a sexy pinup lady. All kinds of things.”

“Amazing,” Beren smiles at her date. Emily is hilarious and a big-hearted social worker with a frizzy mop of wild red hair, stained plaid shirt, and a constellation of dark freckles.

“You’ll never guess what was inside them either,” Emily says playing with a rogue coil of hair.

“Was it drugs?”

“Dildos!”

Beren laughs, “No way!”

Emily’s eyes go wide, “Dozens! Maybe over a hundred!”

“Wild!” Beren shakes her head, “Your job sounds insane.”

Emily smiles and nods, “You meet some real characters.”

“It must be fulfilling too.” 

“Yeah, helping re-house folks and connect them with the help they need is great. I’m pretty sure it’s my calling.” She frowns, “But it’s hard too. The problem doesn’t get any easier, more and more folks need help, and there are never enough resources to go around. It often feels like bailing water out of a sinking ship.”

“I’m sorry.”

Emily smiles thinly, “And the pay is shit too. I love the work, but with my student debt, I’m only doing a little better than the folks I’m helping. One unlucky bounce and I’m right there with them.”

Beren nods, she has a job that paid well but wasn’t especially fulfilling. “It sucks that the choice is: do something you love or make a good living.”

“Right!?” Emily smiles and shakes her head, “Sometimes I wish I was so rich I couldn’t lift a finger, even if I wanted to.”

“Your wish is my command…”

Reality changes: Emily has been polished like a gemstone. Her long frizzy red hair is sleek and tamed, perfectly styled in cascading loose curls like an actress. Her skin is milky pale, flawless like fine china, her dark freckles minimized to the faintest dusting. She’s shorter, much shorter, like she’s kneeling on the floor… but no! She’s seated normally, it’s just her neck grows directly from her hips. Her entire torso has disappeared! No chest, no arms, no stomach! All that’s left is a pair of long elegant legs, a pelvis squeezed into a royal blue skirt, combined hips and shoulders, her neck and her head. Emily frowns and says “Drink.”

Behind her chair are two new people, women dressed in dark maid uniforms: tall heels, sleek leggings, tight black dresses with white collars, little caps, and long white gloves. One of them, an icy blonde, steps primly forward and lifts Emily’s lager to her lips. The maid carefully tips the glass and Emily takes a small sip. She gags snd makes a look of utter distaste, “This tastes like cheap piss.”

Beren blinks. It basically was cheap piss, but they were at a dive bar. Shitty lager was kind of the point. “Um?”

“Look, Erin…”

“It’s Beren, actually.” 

“Fine,” Emily says, rolling her eyes. “Buh-erin, I thought slumming it would be fun, but actually this is all tacky and bad. I’m bored.” 

“Oh.” Beren says.

“Chair,” Emily says and the brunette servant pulls her chair back allowing her to stand. The blonde maid opens an efficient little purse and places a hundred dollar bill on the table. “Goodbye,” Erin says, her little body standing elegantly on tall designer heels. A beautiful face, a tight skirt, and long, long legs.

“It was nice to meet you?”

“I know,” Emily says over her hips as she sashays away, her nice ass swaying as she leaves the bar, her maids demurely following behind.

“Fuck,” Beren says quietly to her shitty lager.

***

“Oh hey Beren! Back from another date?”

Beren sighs and sits down on the front steps next to her neighbor Mario. “Another bad one.”

“What happened this time?”

“I met a funny charmer, but she turned into a real stuck up princess.”

“Tough,” Mario says, handing Beren the mug of coffee he’s drinking. Beren gives him a grateful nod and takes a big sip. She’s known Mario for years, since they were both kids and Mario had been buddies with her little brother. Now years later they happened to live in the same walkup. Mario gently elbows her, “Why do you keep doing this to yourself?”

“Do you believe in magic?”

Mario gives her a funny look and laughs, “No. Do you?”

Beren plays with her hair, “I didn’t used to, but yeah, I do now.”

“What changed your mind?”

“I learned about a family curse from the Old Country.”

“Old country? You’re Italian, right?”

“Papa’s family, yeah, but my mom is Turkish and her family has a lot of Arab roots.”

Mario frowns, “I had no idea.”

Beren shrugs, “We didn’t exactly advertise it, and our Italian heritage was really important to Papa.”

“And this curse?”

“Supposedly bad things happen to women in my family if they aren’t married before they turn twenty-five.”

“Bad things?”

“Magical bad things.”

Mario snorts, “That’s ridiculous.”

“Unless magic is real.”

***

“This isn’t going very well is it?” Dave asks.

“Not at all,” Beren says with a relieved smile. Dave was nice enough and good looking in a rugged lumberjack sort of way, but something just wasn’t clicking between them. 

“Can’t win them all, I guess?”

“Don’t I know it.”

Dave rubs his face, “You’d think dating apps would make this easier, right? Like, algorithmically or something. But I just seem to go on more and more dates that never go anywhere.” He grins, “Like tonight, sorry.”

“Agreed,” Beren says, giving him a little toast and sipping her wine. “Preaching to the choir.”

“I wish I could meet the girl of my dreams.”

Beren sets down her glass as she briefly becomes a fulcrum to shift reality: “Your wish is my command…”

And then: Dave shakes his head, “Maybe AI will finally solve the problem?”

A woman giggles, “Ohmygosh, like, I totally don’t want to interrupt! But like, are you Dave!? Dave Wilson!?”

“Yes?”

“I’m such a huge fan of your work! Your blog post about Žižek was so like, totally illuminating!” The woman giggles and blushes and preens. She’s young, but not too young, with enormous purple eyes, a heart shaped face, and giant pouty lips painted bright pink. She has long pink hair too, pulled back into curly pigtails tied with purple ribbons. She’s wearing a white camisole top with lacy frills and her boobs are absolutely enormous and improbably weightless. She has bright pink elbow length latex gloves and her lower body… holy fuck! Her lower body is like a giant octopus made of pink latex! Instead of legs she stands on a dozen rubbery smooth tentacles! Tentacles that are cocks! Giant prehensile pink latex cocks! This girl is like a manic pixie made out of dildos! 

Dave’s face has turned bright red and he looks like he’s seen an angel. “Hi…” he almost moans.

“Fuck,” Beren whispers, the wish! This freak is Dave’s dream girl! Fuck…

“I’m like so excited to meet you!” Dildo-girl giggles, leaning forward to unleash impossible cleavage. A pink cock tentacle strokes Dave’s foot. 

“Ahhhh…” Dave emits.

Beren clears her throat: “Dave, it was great to meet you, but I think I’m going to run away now and let you and your new friend get acquainted.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m Roxy,” Dildo-girl gushes, wrapping Dave in her phallus limbs…

***

“Photography,” Beren says, gripping her warm latte, “That’s a cool job.”

Lucy snorts while she chews her donut, wipes her lips, and shakes her head. “Most of it is weddings,” she half mumbles.

“Isn’t that fun?”

“You’re thinking of going to a wedding, as a guest. Partying, dancing, drinking…”

“Sounds fun.”

“Now picture this: getting dressed up in a little cocktail dress, doing your hair and makeup, but then staying completely sober, you’re probably a total stranger, and you’re only at the party to watch. Documenting the fun instead of having it.” Lucy shrugs, “And you’re lugging around like ten pounds of camera kit the whole time.”

“Less fun…”

“And you do it weekend after weekend after weekend. Same twenty DJ songs, same speeches, same vows, same drunken uncles, bridezillas, handsy groomsmen.” Lucy sighs. 

“Ooph,” Beren says. Lucy is very beautiful, sandy blonde and athletic, tall and thin. She’s dressed casually for their date in a faded black tee and baggy cargo pants, and has forgone hair and makeup, but her natural good looks effortlessly shine through. Beren imagines the pretty lesbian has to ward off a lot unwanted male attention. “Is there any part you actually enjoy?”

Lucy brushes her hair out of her eyes and grins, “It’s fun to see people in love, and taking photos of beautiful women in gowns is always nice…”

Beren grins, “You dog.”

“Woof,” Lucy says playfully, blushing a little. “But my favorite part is the travel. Lot’s of weddings are out of town, maybe in the country a little, and once in a blue moon I even get to do a destination wedding.” Lucy smiles, “Which means I can usually justify a little hiking and nature photography.”

“Which is what you are actually passionate about?”

Lucy’s hazel eyes sparkle, “Yeah! I love being outside! Exploring, jogging, hiking, finding interesting animals or birds, and yeah, taking their photos.”

Beren laughs, “You still sound like a dog.”

Lucy sticks out her tongue, “I mean, it could be worse? Dogs get to go on long walks, chase squirrels, chow down on free food, belly rubs, and pets. No bills, no rent, no worries. No more weddings. It seems like a good deal.”

“Sure, when you put it like that.”

“You know what?” Lucy says, tapping her chin, “I wish I could have a dog’s life.”

Beren gasps internally and says: “Your wish is my command…”

The universe blinks: Lucy is totally naked with her long tongue hanging out of her mouth and she’s panting happily like a dog. Lucy looks mostly the same: a beautiful woman, now nude, pale bathing suit tan lines on her breasts and hips, but she has floppy yellow furred ears like a Labrador hanging out of her hair and her nose has become leathery, black, and canine. Lucy has also grown a big sandy blonde tail that wags happily behind her. The only garment she’s wearing is a leather collar, which is attached to a leash held in Beren’s hand.

“Lucy?” Beren asks.

Lucy tilts her head and barks.

“Miss!” A stern barrista says, hands on their hips. “You can’t bring your dog in here! You have to tie him up outside.”

“My dog? You mean her?” Beren asks, pointing at Lucy, who siezes the moment to bark again.

The Barista scowls, “Yes, whatever, her! Out of the shop! Now!”

“Sorry,” Beren says, fighting the urge to freak out. She tugs on the leash, “Um, Lucy, c’mon girl?”

Lucy arfs and crawls obediently after Beren, a naked woman on her hands and knees, her tail wagging and her nose snuffling in the coffee shop smells. No one in the shop seems to notice, beyond some expected bemusement about a dog. No one is freaking out, or ogling Lucy, or otherwise reacting to a prostrate naked lady. Beren pushes the door open and drags her new pet outside. “Good girl?”

Lucy wags her tail and barks!

***

“Awfully dressed up for dog walking,” Mario teases Beren as they bump into each other in the apartment lobby.

“Har-har,” Beren says, although she is wearing her nice heels, her most flattering jeans, and a halter crop top she can just barely pull off. “But thank you.”

Lucy barks happily and nuzzles into Mario’s hand. He bends down and ruffles her hair and doggy ears and gently strokes her breasts, making Lucy pant happily and wag her tail. “Hi Lucy,” Mario says fondly and the naked woman licks his face sloppily with her altered tongue. Beren feels weirdly jealous, but reminds herself that only she knows Lucy is a nude hotty and anyway it was just Mario. 

Which, okay, Mario is objectively a handsome guy: tall, dark, warm brown eyes, curly hair, quiet and smart. He’s a chartered accountant who consults for a bunch of local favorites: coffee shops, restaurants, dive bars, book shops, and a florist, which is cool. He even knows how to cook. He’s probably a total catch. But Mario is also someone she remembers being a gawky teen geek who would yell “It’sa me! Mario!” whenever he won at Mariokart. She couldn’t quite separate or resolve that kid brother energy from the charming man affectionately fondling her beautiful pet ‘dog’. Whatever, she doesn’t have time for this. Beren tugs on Lucy’s leash, “Come on Luce, I’ve got a date to get to.”

Lucy whines a little in protest, but obediently crawls away from Mario and follows Beren. Mario invites himself to tag along, carrying a sheaf of documents to be mailed. “Another date? Is this about your magical curse?”

Beren blushes, “What if it is?”

“Then you’re acting crazy.” Mario gives Beren a concerned look.

Beren sighs and has to tug on the leash as Lucy tries desperately to eat a discarded chicken bone, “Lucy no! Bad!”

“Beren…”

“What if magic is real?”

“Then why haven’t I noticed it?”

“I think,” Beren says, “it’s because only those involved in casting a spell notice anything has changed, everyone else just accepts the altered reality as normal.”

“So you’re saying magic is all around us and I just fail to notice it?”

Beren nods, “Take Lucy.” 

Lucy hears her name and looks up at them, a hot girl wagging her tail. 

“You see a dog right?”

“Yeah…” Mario says with a confused frown.

“What if I told you that until a few days ago Lucy was a beautiful human woman?”

“You mean she was magically transformed into a dog?”

Beren shrugs, “You’d have no way of knowing.”

“That’s crazy,” Mario says, but with a note of doubt.

But then Lucy is barking her head off and trying to chase after a squirrel and they both have to grab the leash to restrain her.

***

“Alex,” Beren says with something between a smile and a grimace, “You are trying wayyyy too hard.”

“Does that mean it’s working?” He asks, trying for bravado but coming up a bit short.

Beren tilts her head and worries her lip, she wasn’t sure exactly. Alex was honestly a lot! He was funny in a scattershot tryhard way that worked often enough to be amusing, but was also a little exhausting. He was kind of chubby, but not unpleasantly so, and his bigger size fit his loud personality, something emphasized by cartoony arm tattoos and a three-wolf-moon t-shirt. Beren could see how spending time with him would be fun, but Beren thought he was also a little brittle, that deep down he wasn’t very confident and all his showoffiness was a cry for attention. She could imagine how that might be tough to navigate in the long run. “It’s not entirely unwelcome,” she says eventually, “but you could relax a little. I’m not some little woodland creature who’s going to run away.”

Alex laughs, a little nervously, and tugs on an earlobe, “Sorry, I think you’re really cool and a total fox…”

“Very good.”

“… and I want you to like me.”

Beren offers her most encouraging smile, “Why do you feel like you need to work so hard to make me like you?”

“I dunno,” Alex offers, suddenly shy. “Some guys are hot or naturally charismatic or whatever, and I guess some of us have to put on a show.” He glances away, “I wish I was the kind of guy who effortlessly drives girls wild.”

“Your wish is my command…”

Now: Beren finds herself sitting up taller in her seat, leaning forward, trying to give her tits a little extra oomph. She licks her lips: Alex is so sexy! She feels an itch in her ears and a pain in her tailbone. “Well, you certainly make me feel wild…” 

“Thanks,” Alex says.

Beren’s tail wags… her tail!? Fuck! That wish! “Excusemegottago…” she jumps to her feet, grabs her purse, and rushes for the bathroom. 

Beren heads straight to the big mirror and gasps! The bottom of her nose and lips have turned black like a dog or cat, and she has tall pointed furry ears. Rusty red ears! And a tail! A red furred tail with a white tip! A fox tail! A big poofy fox tail growing straight from her spine! She grabs it and feels touch, wags it and feels it move, yanks it and winces in pain. She has a tail! “Fuck!”

“Fuck,” she repeats, quieter this time. She was caught in Alex’s wish! He drove her wild! Made her into a total fox! She was afraid of this, of being accidentally trapped in some rogue wish. It was why she was so motivated to get hitched and end the curse. It was for her own safety and the safety of everyone around her. “Fuck.”

Beren sighs and studies herself in the mirror, the nose and ears are weird, but cute enough. She gently touches her ear and it twitches, a new sensation not unlike being tickled. She steps back and turns, examines her profile now with added tail. It was… okay. Kind of pretty, maybe, like a new accessory. And anyway no one but her would notice anything amiss. She could live with this, not that she really had a choice…

But what about Alex? Would she transform into a fox more if she goes near him? Would he change other women?

Beren sneaks out of the bathroom and peers at the table she’d shared with Alex. She gasps! Shit! Alex is chatting up two women! Animal women! One of them is over seven feet tall with an incredibly long neck and lengthy elongated arms and legs. She has yellow fur with brown spots, a little ropey tail, stubby horns, and a long slightly equine face! A giraffe! A giraffe woman! The other animal woman is massive, muscular like a linebacker, and covered in think grey skin. She has a muzzled snout and a huge horn sticking out of her nose. A rhinoceros! A rhino-girl! Shit shit shit! 

A waitress approaches the table, smiles at Alex, touches her hair flirtatiously. A long tail snakes out of her little black dress and she steps out of her shoes as her feet stretch into paws. She grows feline ears and coat of yellow fur with black spots. Shit, the waitress is turning into a cheetah! 

Beren has to get out of there! She pulls out her phone and sends Alex a text: Emergency, gotta run! Sorry!

Beren hears a trumpet and watches another woman near Alex explode in size and sprout an elephantine trunk. 

Beren runs for the exit, her tail swaying behind her.

***

“So that’s why I put all my money in Dyck-Coin.”

“Uh-huh” Beren says.

“It’s can’t miss! The hardest crypto yet!”

“Uh-huh” Beren says.

Holy crap this guy, what was his name? Brad? Was sooo boring! He’s some sort of doctor, a surgeon maybe? And a fitness hound, which, okay Brad is pretty hot. Square chiseled jaw, good hair, big arms, muscular chest… Beren bets he has fantastic abs and a nice ass. She shifts in her chair and adjusts her tail. Holy shit she’s so horny tonight! 

What if she just hooked up with him? 

A boring cypto-gym-doctor-bro was not her idea of husband material, but she’d gone on a thousand dates and maybe she was due her one thousand and one night stand?

Brad was still talking about the blockchain… “That’s sooo interesting,” Beren purrs to interrupt him, “But what are you looking for in a woman?”

Brad crosses his impressive forearms across his chest, “Nice tits and a good ass, I guess?”

Beren blinks and her ears go up in surprise. “That’s… it?”

Brad nods confidently, “I’m a pretty self-reliant powerful guy. I’m not looking for a partner, I don’t want kids, I just want a woman who knows her place and is available to fuck.”

Beren feels her horniness vanish and her ears pin back in anger, “Your dating profile said you were looking for love and a domestic relationship…”

“Yeah. I’m pretty fucking rich and you’d live with me in exchange for cleaning, cooking, and fucking. Domestic relationship.” Brad shrugs, “And everyone knows love is only hormones and bullshit.”

“Damn, you just want a sex maid?”

He grins, “When you put it like that it sounds shitty.”

“It is shitty!”

“Be reasonable,” Brad says, “Don’t be a bitch.”

“Okay,” Beren says, grinning in a way that shows her foxy little fangs, “How about I make your dreams a reality?”

Brad smiles stupidly, “Okay.”

“You want so many huge milky tits and so much wet pussy and no talkback, right?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “Exactly.”

Beren rubs her shoe up the inside of Brad’s leg under the table, “I want you to wish for it.”

“Um?” Brad says, “Okay?”

“Just like I said it to you, word for word” Beren purrs, licking her black lips. “Otherwise the magic won’t work.”

“Okay: I wish for so many huge milky tits and so much wet pussy and no talkback…”

“Your wish is my command…”

Reality adjusts: Beren is seated across from an exaggerated pornstarlet, with long legs and wide hips packed into a tiny black vinyl miniskirt, from the confines of which Beren can see a glistening hairless cunt. The new Brad’s torso is covered by huge milky tits: more than a dozen, that cover her body from hips to shoulders front and back. Brad looks like a giant raspberry of breasts, each bigger than her head, and peaked with a long nipple steadily leaking milk. Brad’s face is feminine and would be beautiful except her face is bisected by a second wet vagina instead of a mouth or nose. Brad looks around with wide eyes and reaches up and down to finger both her soaking wet pussies. It seems Brad has gotten everything he, or apparently she, always wanted. 

Beren stands up from the table and smooths her dress, drops enough money to cover their tab, and leaves the former asshole doctor to her altered fate. “You should be careful what you wish for.”

***

“Hey Beren,” Mario says, “You okay?”

“Hi,” Beren says and she isn’t sure? She’s upset and she’s angry; at Brad-or-whatever for being such a horrible piece of shit, and herself for goading him into making that awful wish. He fucking deserved it, but who was she to play god? And what if the wish had backfired and she’d turned into his freakish plaything? It was reckless! She’s also annoyingly horny again, afflicted with a steady persistent itchy aching pulse in her crotch that stubbornly begs for satisfaction. “I had another really shitty date.”

“Sorry,” Mario says, patting the front step next to him. “What happened?”

Beren sweeps her tail out of the way and sits, accepts Mario’s coffee mug, and takes a grateful sip. She gathers her thoughts: “I’m going to explain something impossible that is going to sound absolutely insane, but please just go along with it, okay?”

Mario nods, “Yes, and?”

“Thanks,” Beren grins, “Remember that family curse I told you about?”

“Sure.”

“I grant wishes.”

“What?”

Beren crosses her arms and does the sitcom magic blink: “Your wish is granted!”

“Really?”

“According to family legend, one of my ancestors fell in love with a Djinn and they had a daughter who granted wishes.”

“Djinn? You’re talking about a genie? Like Aladdin?”

Beren sighs, “Yeah, minus the magic lamp. Well, actually, it’s more like Islamic fairy demons, but the wish granting part applies. Anyway, according to the legend, all the women of my family are cursed to grant wishes until they’re married. I always assumed it was a stupid story to make arranged marriages seem more palatable, but then I turned twenty-five and started granting wishes.”

“So if I said: I wi-“NO!” Beren howls!

“Do not say I W-I-S-H anywhere I can hear you! I grant wishes involuntarily, instantly, and literally! And the wish can’t be undone!” She takes a deep breath, “The wishes almost always turns out weird, and not at all what anyone would want, but nobody but me notices reality has changed. Not even the wisher.”

“Because that’s how magic works.”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Mario says. “So you are trying to find a husband to stop granting wishes?”

“Or wife.” Beren sighs, “Except my dates, even the good ones, keep getting derailed by stray wishes. You know Lucy?”

“Your dog?”

“Well she was my very attractive Subaru-lesbian date until she accidentally made a wish.”

“To become a dog!?”

“Sort of? Not really? Like I said, the wishes turn out weird.”

Mario puts his arm over Beren’s shoulder, “That truly does sound insane.”

Beren leans into Mario’s chest, “I know.” She snuggles in a bit more and her semi-canine nose trembles: Mario smells really good. She bites her lip, feels the aching urgency in her body respond to male proximity. Her tail twitches and she realizes her panties are wet. Another crazy idea occurs to her: she could sleep with Mario. “Mario?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to have sex tonight?”

Mario let’s go of her shoulder like she’s dangerous, “What!?”

Beren looks up at him, swishes her tail, “Sex, with me. I’m… really aroused tonight and well, I really like you and trust you. It’ll just be some fun, okay?”

“But Beren…”

Beren leans in, kisses Mario on the cheek, “I know you and your friends all had a crush on Marco’s foxy older sister.” She breaths him in and puts her hand on his thigh, “Now’s your chance. Let’s fuck…”

“I feel like I’m taking advantage of you…”

“Trust me, when we’re done, I’ll have taken advantage of you.” She feels his cock stiffen through his pants. “Be bad for me…”

Mario groans and then kisses her on the lips, “Okay.”

Then they are stumbling, kissing and touching, falling up a flight of stairs, tumbling into Beren’s apartment, tackled by a barking Lucy, so excited to see them, but no Lucy no, Beren is the sexy bitch tonight, down girl, down, and they are in the bedroom and on the bed and Lucy is unhappily in the living room, clothes come off, and oh fuck, Mario looks good naked and smells so sexy, and oh fuck, Beren is already so hot, so wet, so ready, her fox tail involuntarily lifting itself out of the way to expose her sex, and Mario has climbed on top of her, is kissing her neck and chest and thighs, goes to eat her pussy, but no, no Mario, I’m ready, fuck me, fuck me right now, she wrestles and wriggles, climbs on top of him, pins down his shoulders, and he rubs her back just above her tail, and oh god yes, that’s the spot, and she humps her cunt against his hard cock and pants like a vixen in heat, until sort of by accident Mario’s cock is inside her, stretching her, filling her, and she’s moaning and bent over, fucking him, rolling her hips and thrusting as he’s grabbing her, bracing himself against her, pushing back into her, and she’s panting and her breasts are bouncing and her tail is doing something, and oh fuck, oh fuck, she’s thrusting herself onto him faster, bouncing on his cock, and he’s grinding himself against her, lifting his hips from the bed, and ahhh and ohhhh and fuck, fuck, she grabs her tits and squeezes them, tips back her head and howls as she’s coming! Orgasming! And he snarls and pulls her down against him, squeezes her tightly, and comes, his cock erupting inside her...

“Ah… ah… ah…” Beren pants, bonelessly splayed out on top, Mario’s cock still half hard inside her.

“Oh…” Mario agrees into her tits.

“Uh-huh.”

“Fuck,” Mario murmurs, “I wish we could feel like that forever.”

What!? No! “Your wish is my command…”

A new reality: Beren is still breathlessly on top of Mario, sweaty naked chests together, Mario’s cock still inside her pussy, but she no longer has legs! Her body is fused to Mario, hips to hips, her upper body sprouting straight from his crotch! Their crotch actually, since they are melded seamlessly together in perpetual coitus. “Oh fuck,” Beren moans.

Mario’s eyes are wide, “What the fuck happened?”

“You made a fucking wish!” Beren almost shrieks, futilely tries to push them apart. 

“I didn’t mean this!” Mario says, panic in his voice.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re stuck like this!” And she remembers the words; oh god, forever… But then Beren moans as she feels Mario’s cock grow hard inside her cunt. “Fuck…”

Mario groans and his cock starts to move inside Beren, seemingly on it’s own, thrusting like a piston in a chamber, and Beren is carried away, clutches Mario, whimpers, eyes clenched, fingers white knuckled squeezing, and yelps as she has orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until Mario gasps as his trapped cock pulses and erupts inside her sealed cunt.

“Fuck,” Beren gasps, this time with a note of appreciation in her voice.

Mario strokes her hair, leers at her in wonder. “Ahh,” he says a little jealously, “I wish it felt that good for me…”

“Your wish is my command…”

Another reset: Beren and Mario are still fused, but now neither of them have legs. They are joined together like a queen on a playing card, two torsos conjoined at the waist, and Mario’s body has feminized, become a curly haired twin of Beren complete with her own tits, foxy ears, and vulpine tail. Their crotch is still completely merged, still no opening at all, and fuck! There is still a cock inside them, but now Berel can feel it too, the swelling and penetration, the double penetration as their strange internal penis thrusts into their shared vagina in both directions, pounding back and forth between them, overwhelming them with the blinding pleasure of being male and female at once. Mario moans, grabs her tits, “Oh fuck,” she says, “What happened!?”

“Yoou-ooo mah-made ahhhnother wish…” Beren groans and Mario, Maria? shrieks as they both orgasm simultaneously!

Their shared internal cock doesn’t stop, keeps moving, railing themselves, slamming back and forth, faster and faster and faster, an internal hammer smashing them apart. Beren and Maria wail and clutch, come and come and come, minds blinded by pleasure, until they both throw their heads back and yowl like foxes as their shared cock explodes inside themselves…

The two conjoined women collapse onto the bed delirious and breathless… 

They pant, hearts racing, hands numb and stupid, minds all molten inertia, conjoined body still…

“I could get used to this…” Maria mumbles eventually.

Beren pushes her half of their body up by her elbows, looks down their form at Maria, “You don’t have much of a choice,” she pants.

“We’re stuck?”

Beren bites her lip and nods, “Maybe forever? We might be immortal…”

“Oh…” Maria says. 

Beren laughs, a little unhinged.

“What’s so funny?”

“This is really going to complicate my dating life…”

***

THE END