*Author's Note*
The main character is reluctant to deal with the genie, but willingly and happily participates in the sexual activities with a different character. There are references to rape, but the story itself is not about non-consent, so this was not put in the non-consent category. For the references to rape, however, trigger warnings apply. Please take care of yourself.
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A tall, fair-skinned Eurasian woman with casual clothing stood alone in a dimly-lit aquarium, her straight, brunette hair reaching her chin.
She sighed, pressing her forehead against the heavy, polished glass, looking at a walrus. "I wish you could talk."
"I can talk," the mouth of the walrus moved, sound escaping through the glass.
"WHAT?!" she screamed. A laugh started behind her.
She quickly turned to see a golden-skinned woman with dark cornrows, and flowing wine-colored off-the-shoulders top that stopped just below her breasts, above a sarong of the same shade.
"I'm just fucking with you, kid," the unknown woman said.
"What the- I'm not a kid. What are you even doing here?"
"I know, I know," the woman backed up somewhat, holding her arms out defensively, yet laughing all the same.
"But everyone's a kid when you're my age."
"You look young to me," the light-skinned woman said.
"I look a lot of ways to a lot of people. I'm actually ancient in the most literal sense of the word."
"And I'm the Queen of Sheba."
"Perhaps if you wished to be," the golden woman replied, "she was a beautiful woman, that Makeda."
"Makeda?"
"Yes. The queen of Sheba."
The Eurasian woman scoffed. "What are you doing here? Did Greg send you?"
"Greg?!" the golden woman nearly cackled. "Fucking Greg? No. No, no, no. Of course not. He wouldn't have the balls to even ask someone to see you. Though he does think about you when he jerks off, or cries into his anime body pillow, or rapes a corpse."
"He does what?!"
"Yes, indeed," the golden woman replied. "He rapes corpses. But you're awfully judgmental, you know, for someone who wants to fuck a walrus."
"I don't want to fuck a walrus!"
"All right, Elodie," she said, "you'd only want to fuck a walrus if it could want that. Or a seahorse. Or a manatee. Maybe one of those electric eels to shock the shit out of you."
"You're disgusting," Elodie replied, "and you clearly don't work here or you wouldn't be talking like that. How do you even know my name?"
"I know many things... You're twenty-five. You love obscure ice cream flavors. You masturbate to nature documentaries. You dreamed about a sea monster last night," she clicked her tongue.
Elodie stepped back, mouth agape. "What the fuck are you?"
"I'm a genie! Your genie, for a little while. I just liked the sound of your voice and had to come see you. In fact, I happen to know a certain sea monster who'd love your precious self."
