This choice: -a... something. It was hard to see in the moonlight. • Go Back...Chapter #5Aziza Speedrun WR by: Keroro04   “Is… is this a lamp?”
At first, the object was a bit unclear due to the moonlight, but after running into the shade, Mikayla saw that the object she had found was some sort of bag, containing a lamp and some sort of receipt. The receipt itself was for some store she never heard of however, something called “Abida’s Eclecities”.
Still, the lamp at least looked pretty cool, so Mikayla kept a hold of it as she continued her way home. Once she did get home however, the door was locked completely. On top of that, as she checked her pockets she realized that she must have dropped her keys when she fell into that hole!
Slumping against the door, Mikayla sighed, holding onto the lamp as she rubbed it up to her breasts. “Ugh, I sure do wish someone’d open up this door for me. Can’t believe I dropped my fuckin’ keys down in some ditch…”
All of a sudden, the door opened, and with Mikayla having been lying against it, the drunken Wider fell on her back to the ground. Looking up, she was surprised to see some Arabian woman in a belly dancer’s uniform, with hips wide enough to fill out a doorway and a belly soft enough to act as a pillow.
“Five seconds. I think that’s a record for the speed of a first wish. Oh, that reminds me, you have summoned O Mighty Aziza and such, and you have two wishes left.”
“GE-“ Mikayla almost blurted out loudly, before remembering that her brunette sister was still asleep upstairs. With the shock (as well as the second fall) fully sobering her up, the blonde Wider rose back up to her feet, calming herself down before she responded back.
“You, genie right? Like… the granting wishes kind?”
“I prefer just Aziza, but yeah, that kind.” Emphasizing the size of her hips as she leaned against a wall, the Genie brought a hand up to Mikayla’s chin before letting out a smile. “I can grant anything you wish, so long as you can think of it. I gotta warn you though, think carefully what you-“
“Ok, first one’s simple. I wish every lottery ticket I ever buy is a winner. No instant money this or golden house that, that’d be super suspicious. Just a simple Midas Touch when it comes to lotteries.”
“…Have you been thinking about what you’d wish all your life or something?” Aziza stated, mouth agape at Mikayla’s bluntness. “Usually it takes people a few minutes to come up with their first wish, let alone their sec-“
“And as for the third wish-“
“You didn’t even let me grant the second one!” With a fast shake of the hips, blue smoke flew from Aziza’s body into Mikayla’s soul. All of a sudden, the blonde Wider felt… somehow a lot luckier than before, as well as a lot more excited.
“There. Now slow down girl. You only have one more left, before I go back into this lamp. At least let me have some time on this world to myself. That thing’s cramped…”
“…Who said you were going back in?”
“What?”
Holding onto the lamp and smiling hard, Mikayla pointed the end at Aziza, before letting out her final wish. “As I was saying… my third wish is to set you free, as a servant for both me and my sister. Can’t let Brooke have some wishes for herself after all. Besides, I’m sure you could find some use with us, after all you got some magic right?”
“Only when attached to that lamp dear. I’m immortal and can alter my appearance as I see fit, but without that lamp I’d be… well I’d be as weak as you are, personally.”
“Can you still cook up a storm?”
“Oh definitely.” Aziza stated, using her smoke to show off a image of one of her previous holders, a utterly obese girl with a huge chest and long black hair. “Last holder wished for me to serve them every day while she was thinking of her last wish. Loved the food so much she waited a whole six months.”
“Good, then you can be our chef. Now… make that last wish happen, before Brooke wakes up!”
“Ugh, can you keep it down, I’m trying to sleep!”
Climbing down the stairs, Brooke’s first sight was the explosion of a lamp in a bright flash of colors, as Aziza was finally freed from it. Despite holding on to it, Mikayla was entirely unharmed, and as she gazed upward to see her sister, she was left sweating in worry of how to explain this.
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“Genies, really? You expect me to believe she’s a genie you freed just for some cheap thrills?”
“Former genie, really.” Aziza proclaimed, as she munched down on a double decker burger she cooked up for herself. “But thanks to her… I’m out of a job and need a place to live… especially since all my stuff was in that lamp.”
“How can we even be sure your a genie?” Brooke said, glaring at the two other women. “What have you actually done?”
“Well first off she let me in!” Mikayla stated.
“Then she’s a trespasser.”
“…I’ll admit that’s possible, but she literally conjured smoke out of her body, and gave me some incredible luck! Heck, she can still do that… you still can, right?”
“Nope.” Aziza said bluntly. “That smoke was an effect of my magic.”
“Look, whatever the case is, you ain’t staying here.” Getting up, Brooke pointed to the door, keeping her eyes firmly on Aziza. “Even if I were okay with you, and I’m not, we don’t even have room for you in this house.”
“Ah come on, what about the basement?” Mikayla butted in, trying to keep her new friend around. “Nobody ever uses the basement…”
“Just have her leave already!”
“Trust me, if I could I would.” Aziza calmly spoke, walking up to a window, before opening it up. “Problem is the way Mikayla here worded her final wish. Watch…”
Placing her hand through the opening, both Widers saw Aziza’s movements being pushed by some outer force, causing the former genie to take a few steps back from whatever was creating said force.” “I’m your servant, so I can’t leave this house ever, unless one of you two accompanies me. And without another genie, this can’t be broken. Now, about that basement….”
“I… I…” Stunned at seeing actual magic push Aziza away from an exit, she let out a frustrated sigh, before marching out to the stairs. “I am way too tired to deal with this. We’ll figure out what to do with you tomorrow morning, but for now your sleeping with Mikayla. After all, she’s the one who brought you here, so she should be in charge of you, right?”
“Ah yeah!” Hugging her temporary roommate from behind, Mikayla squeezed into her loving folds as she thought about what to do. “Oh, you have so much to tell me about what it was like to be a genie! Oh, not to mention what kinda snacks we should try once I earn some big money… ooh, maybe something with a lot of fudge?”
“Oh boy, sounds like you’ve got quite the sweet tooth…”
“Oh, you won’t just cook for me. Between the two of us… the best way to gain Brooke’s approval is through her stomach…”
And with that, the two Widers, with their new roommate went to sleep. Having to deal with a whole new person staying around was going to be hell for Brooke to handle, but at the very least the girl looked like she could cook with some skill, so she wasn’t entirely useless.
Still, she was definitely gonna give her twin sister a earful tomorrow morning. Genie or not, she still woke her up, and with her sleep now interrupted it was gonna be harder to wake up in time for work…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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