Scythian Nights

**I'd like to thank both Joe and Mistress Lynn for all the hard work they're putting into editing these chapters for me. I missed that thanks in Chapter 1, and they were both instrumental in getting that chapter done as well. Read and enjoy!**

Chapter 2: Shopping

With the speed that they had left the house, Doris couldn't help but think that she had forgotten something. Even with having a new friend, and even with that friend being a Genie, Doris still felt very helpless at the thought that she had forgotten something important. She tried to shake the feelings. A smile did return to her face, but she felt the need to cry again, welling up from someplace dark, deep inside her.

"Genie, what did you mean when you said you saved my life?" Doris asked quietly as she pulled out of her quiet neighborhood and onto one of the major parkways.

"You should have died, last night, Mistress," Genie said as equally as quietly. Doris's focus scanned over to Genie's face and saw that tears had welled up in her eyes and there was a tear slowly rolling down the cheek she could see. "Your body and mind were too weak to go on living. Even as my vessel was opened, I could feel your will, wanting to die." Genie's voice started to waiver. "Had you not opened my vessel at that moment, you probably would have."

Doris let that thought roll around in her mind for a second and she felt the wet sting of a hot tear rolling down her own cheek. Part of her mind was relieved that 22 years of pain and misery had almost ended last night, part of her was very angry that it hadn't, and another part was extremely sad that she had come that close to the edge.

"So you fixed me? I'm better now?" Doris asked, some of the strength returning to her voice through the silence between the two.

"Mistress, I only intervened to save your life, you are still not healthy. To put you in a state of perfect health would have been a violation of the rules. You became my Mistress the second you opened the vessel, and I did not even have time to form a body before I had to act."

"Out of protection then, like you said this morning?"

"Yes, Mistress, exactly!" Genie said happily.

Doris swung her small car onto the on ramp for the highway, being sure to double check her approach, though it dawned on her that it was a kind of foolish move; the Genie wouldn't allow them to come to harm.

"Genie, when we're in public, you can't keep calling me 'Mistress.' People will think there's some kind of weird sex thing going on between us," Doris said, reaching down to adjust the temperature settings on the climate control. It was going to be a warm day today, the heat already permeating into the passenger compartment of Doris's little coupe.

"What shall I call you?" Genie asked politely, the smile still plastered on her face.

"How about Doris?" she responded, smiling broadly.

"Yes, Doris, I think that will work just fine," Genie said, her eyes welling up with tears again. Silence filled the space between them again. Doris reached down and turned on the radio, pressed a few more buttons that were not missed by Genie's eyes and the radio started to scan the stations.

"It's an amazing world," she said quietly.

"How long were you in your vessel?" Doris asked. She shifted in her seat and she was instantly reminded of just how tight her t-shirt really was as it stretched around her new tits, the seatbelt passing between them. She looked down and saw what the tingles coursing through were already telling her; her nipples were standing at full attention, and her new and improved twins were almost perfectly round and firm, no where even close to needing a bra to keep them in place. She felt the tingle move lower at the thought; some place that until this morning she hadn't felt it for a very long time.

"I am unaware of the passage of time when in my vessel," Genie said flatly. "The old way of keeping track of the years doesn't translate into your modern calendar very well, either."

"Were you aware of the world before you were imprisoned in your vessel?" Doris asked, a hopeful tone in her voice.

"For a couple of days during the final stages of my creation, yes."

"What's the last thing you remember, or remember hearing about?"

The tingle spun up in Doris's mind again, and it lingered a while longer than what Doris had become accustomed to.

"The first king of Scythia after the Trojan War," Genie said slowly as if searching for the words. In her accent, the word Scythia rolled off her tongue like liquid poetry, the sound of the word giving Doris an image of serene country side just before the implication of the rest of the sentence shattered the image.

"The Trojan War? Like THE Trojan War?" Doris nearly shouted in surprise.

"Yes. If I have the years figured out from your knowledge of history, that was nearly 3200 years ago."

"Holy fucking shit. You've been imprisoned a long time!" Doris said, her mind reeling at the thought of being anywhere for 3 millennia.

"It may as well have been the day before yesterday. It was like falling asleep and suddenly waking up when you opened my vessel."

"You're pretty hot for your age," Doris giggled.

"Thank you, Doris," Genie said as her skin flushed red.

"Genie, could you...could I....could I wish myself healthy?" Doris asked after another pause.

"I can grant that wish, but I will tell you that some of the problems with your mental well being are still there, and you are in danger of becoming sick again if you are not careful."

"But that stems from my childhood, from my dad and brother...."

"Yes, in your case, I could make most of that go away, all you have to do is wish for it," Genie said, smiling widely. Doris could tell by the tone of her voice that Genie wanted to do that for her, but that huge beaming smile, all those pearly whites behind those pink lips and olive skin confirmed it.

"Genie, I wish that I was no longer in mental anguish over what my family did to me when I was young," Doris said very clearly, taking a deep breath before and after her statement. She felt her mind erupt with the tingling feeling and she suddenly felt a lot better. The tingle left, as did years of repression and self-loathing. 14 years of abuse flowed away from her mind and left her, as if a tremendous weight had simply ceased to be. "Are the memories still there?" Doris asked quietly, unwilling to go searching for herself.

"Yes. However, they will not be the cause of your mental anguish as they had been in the past. There are other things in your mind caused by those memories and by your depression, but those will either heal with time or you could wish them away," Genie said, smiling with pleasure.

"Can you tell me what those things are?" Doris asked, her right eyebrow arching inquisitively.

"That, Doris, is against the rules. I cannot tell you what to wish for, nor can I tell you how to word your own wishes," Genie said, the smile still on her face. She reached down to fiddle with the climate controls, turning the air-conditioner up a notch. Doris watched the motion and a curious look crossed her face.

"Genie, how do you perceive the environment around you? Do you feel cold and heat like normal people, do you need to eat or go to the bathroom? Do you need to sleep?"

The tingle again broke into Doris's mind, but it was much less intrusive this time than the last few had been.

"I feel coolness and warmth, but I can tolerate them to a much greater degree than mortals can. Food helps me to maintain my physical form and to fit into society, but I do not need to eat. I do not need to relieve myself in the restroom, much like I do not need to eat. I need to sleep a few hours here and there each week, so yes I need sleep but not nearly as much as a mortal does; I have to be honest, I really like sleeping," Genie said and tucked her feet up on the seat, cradling her knees.

"What did you mean by 'in a situation such as this'?" Doris asked politely. She thought she had an idea, but she wanted Genie to confirm it.

"Well," Genie started, turning to look at Doris, "when was the last time you heard of a Genie or Jinn? In real life, I mean, not in the theater or stories," she finished. It was more of a statement than a question, rhetorical in nature, and it confirmed Doris's thoughts exactly.

"I think we should be as cautious as possible when exercising your powers, on that note," Doris said, her gaze leaving the road to meet Genie's. It lingered there for a second longer than Doris would have been comfortable with before this morning.

"I agree, Doris," Genie said. She unfastened her seatbelt and slid over to Doris's side, curling into her a little bit. Doris felt her heart hammering in her chest and a black cloud of caution enter her mind.

"Genie, um, you're making me nervous, and when I get nervous its hard for me to drive," Doris said softly with a waver of nerves in her voice. Genie slid back to her side while Doris half-expected to be reminded that they were perfectly safe, that Genie wouldn't let anything happen to them. Part of her was surprised she had even said anything at all.

"Genie, something else..." Doris started. Her voice tailed off as her eyes met Genie's, the two girls staring at each other instead of their surroundings. Genie's eyes were sparkling emerald pools, dancing in happiness but steeped in a certain sadness as well. She suspected that Genie already knew what she was about to say. "Genie, I'm not into girls," she said clearly. There wasn't the expected tingle this time, only a sad nod; those eyes never leaving Doris's.

"Unfortunately, Doris, I am to remain in female form. I cannot change into a male, as per the designs of the Master Genie that created me," she pouted. Doris was surprised by the intense desire she felt for Genie, but at the same time, the utter lack of sexual feelings for her. She never wanted to be separate from this magical beauty, but she held nothing more than feelings of friendship for her; a very deep friendship, but friendship just the same.

"Why did your creator do that?" Doris asked quickly.

"I am unsure of the details, though I believe my intended Master had tricked my Creator into making me, and the intended Master's sexual preferences were not toward women." Doris couldn't suppress a quick chuckle.

"You just can't win, can you," Doris said. "One Master who's perfectly equipped to handle your every need, and one who is perfectly unwilling to. I'm awfully sorry, Genie."

"It is my purpose to serve," Genie said shrugging. "I still appreciate the pity, even if it is in jest."

Doris felt bad for an instant, realizing that she had probably unintentionally insulted the Genie on some level. She couldn't help but think that she might just have to do something for Genie, and soon.

"So you're the embodiment of sex for your Master or Mistress, right? I mean, you should look like whatever drives them crazy?" Doris asked, quickly changing the direction of the conversation.

"That is correct, Doris," Genie said, some of the smile returning to her face.

"But you look like, well, like you do now. Hell, you could be my sister; same red hair, same green eyes, almost the same height..." Doris started, her voice trailing off.

"I chose a form built from your memories. Since you're not interested in women and I can't alter my form to look like a man, I constructed this form to be something you'd feel familiar with and someone you wouldn't be intimidated by," Genie said, a slight flush starting to creep into her cheeks. The blush was not lost on Doris.

"Genie, who did you choose? I mean, I know you're an entirely different person from who ever, but who did you model yourself on?"

"Your Grandmother at the age of 21. She was in her best condition, judging from the few pictures you remember. Anyone who knew her then has long since died. Based upon your memories, the only people still alive that would have known your Grandmother when she was younger would be your mother, and even she wasn't alive at this point in your Grandmother's life. If I have upset you...." Genie explained quickly, starting to turn apologetic.

"No, no. That's all right. It's kinda weird, but it's all right."

"If you ever want me to change, all you have to do is ask."

"No, I think on some level Gram would be flattered," Doris said with a smile. She gave Genie a quick look up and down. "Gram was kinda hot," she said quietly. Genie smiled broadly.

"I took some liberties," Genie said looking down at her chest, "but the rest is as close as I could get from your memories of her pictures." Doris nodded, first feeling guilty that she was checking out what was effectively her grandmother in 1945, and then feeling awkward over the thought of checking out her grandmother.

"You look good," Doris complemented, trying not to choke on her words. Her mouth had suddenly gone dry and her heart was racing. The thoughts she was having were new to her, and some place in the back of her mind, Genie stopped being as much of a friend as something else.

"Thank you," Genie said with the same pleased polite tone she seemed to radiate when she spoke.

"Do you have a name?" Doris asked abruptly, trying to change the topic. She noticed as she spoke that they were nearing their exit for the mall and she started to switch lanes. Some jack ass yakking away on his cell phone almost hit them and she honked the horn and flipped him the bird. There was a quick tingle in Doris's mind followed by a quick laugh from Genie.

"No, no I don't have a name. Names are privileges granted to Genies by their masters," she responded.

"Well, I can't keep calling you 'Genie' all the time, so we'll come up with something fitting for you later," Doris said, devoting most of her attention to navigating through the crowded streets. It had been a long time since she'd left the house and longer still since she'd negotiated traffic of this magnitude and it was rapidly working on her nerves.

"I would be honored, Mistress," Genie said, tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Doris, Genie. Please call me Doris," she reminded Genie absently. Genie nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes as the car screeched around the corner into the mall's massive parking lot. Genie let out a low whistle.

"This is larger than the palaces and gardens of my time," she said quietly.

"Well, that's fitting," Doris said as she craned her neck looking for parking spaces. She saw one near the main entrance and gunned the engine, trying to get there before anyone else took it. "This is sort of a temple to consumerism. People spend more time here than they do at church, and more money at malls than any other place. This one has its own restaurants, theaters, a huge selection of stores, and a wide variety of other things to lure people in and coax the money out of their pockets."

"Are we here to spend money?" Genie asked as the car rolled into the parking spot.

"That's one of the reasons. I'm guessing from what you've said so far that you can't just magic yourself up a pair of jeans and a shirt," Doris said a few seconds before the tickle rolled through her brain. "Unless it's some how sex related," she added quickly.

Genie shook her head. "Actually, I can make anything I want to for myself, but going to this 'Mall' sounds fun," she said politely and the girls got out of the car. "The other reason is that we're going shopping for me, but it's sure as hell not for clothes," Doris added. The heat of the day almost made Doris wilt as they took their first steps away from the car. Doris was looking forward to the air conditioned goodness of the mall, but it looked as if Genie was just fine. Doris also couldn't help but notice that Genie was intentionally walking behind her and off to her left.

"Genie, you don't have to behave like that," she said, knowing full well that even though Genie wasn't calling Doris "Mistress" she was acting out the part in full. Genie stopped for a moment, and Doris followed suit, both of them in the middle of the row, blocking any potential traffic. "Genie, I am your Mistress and you have to obey any order that I give you, correct?"

"Yes, Doris. So long as that command can be done without a wish or does not involve harming or killing you. But even then, there can be grave consequences if the rules are violated."

"I'm not sure I want to know about the consequences right now, but I do know this. I want you to be my friend more than I want you to be my servant. Genie, I command you to not act subservient around me in public unless otherwise commanded at a later point."

"Yes, Mistress," Genie said with a crooked, playful smile. Doris would never get tired of hearing Genie's Mediterranean accent trill out those three syllables. The two of them linked arms and walked through the main doors of the mall.

The cold air hit Doris like a freight train. She felt her nipples puff up and harden instantly, straining the fabric even further. Her shirt was too small to accommodate her new chest and the old material was becoming transparent as it was. The extra strain from her nipples didn't help. She looked down and saw them sticking out, her areolas still puffy, her nipples still larger than she liked.

"Genie," Doris whispered as they moved through the mall to the directory inside the doors. "I want you to make my nipples smaller and not puffy. Can you read my mind and make them exactly the way I'm thinking?" Doris asked quietly as she looked the directory over. She noticed that she could clearly see their reflection in the plastic and she eagerly awaited a response.

"Yes I can," Genie whispered. "All you need to do is..." she started to say. Doris cut her off.

"Genie, I wish you can make my nipples look exactly the way I'm thinking," she said quietly. Doris turned in profile to get the light right. She watched the silhouetted miniature mounds on her chest shrink into her tit flesh and the nipple lengthen just a little bit, reduce in diameter just a hair, and then slowly slide higher on her chest. Each movement made Doris shiver, and by the time they had moved to their new location, Doris was having difficulty breathing and her knees were shaking. The electricity coursing through her body lingered sensuously in her sex, and Doris felt it heat up quickly, getting wetter than she had felt it get in over two years. Every deep breath caused the slowly fading feeling to resurge, sending her on a roller coaster of near-orgasmic bliss.

"Excuse me, Miss?" sounded a deep voice from over Doris's shoulder. She slowly turned, closing her eyes, trying to suppress the feelings cascading through her before she came in her pants. Her eyes opened, her vision blurred slightly from the intensity of the feelings running through her and she saw a man dressed in a nice button-down shirt and khakis. His jaw was strong, his eyes kind, and his cheeks were covered by a thick five-o'clock shadow. Doris almost hugged herself to him, wanting to feel the warmth of another body pressing tightly against her, giving her something to burrow into as the fading sensations continued to rock her body and mind. Her eyes slid down his shirt, catching the impressive bulge of his groin, and not missing the glint of gold on the ring finger of his left hand. Doris rolled her eyes back up to his and she felt the tip of her tongue snake out over her lips, wetting them against the ragged heat of her breath.

"I'm okay," she almost purred. Something in the back of her mind snapped to attention and wondered where all of this was coming from. "My nipples move and I'm crawling around like a goddamn alley cat," she thought, and for a second wasn't so sure that she didn't say it out loud. The man didn't react, so Doris guessed that she hadn't. She cleared her throat and squared her shoulders, eliciting the man's eyes to avert to her new chest and her very erect nipples. She smiled coyly and pretended not to notice.