***Author's Note***
This story is a companion piece to my earlier story "Wish Granted" and any stories in the "Wish Granted" series.
You don't have to read those to understand this story. They are all meant to make sense individually, as well as together.
The main character is reluctant to deal with the genie, but willingly and happily participates in the sexual activities with a different character. Relevant trigger warnings apply.
Please take care of yourself.
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Marshmallow skin, chestnut eyes, and chin-length mocha waves, Ava slouched in bed. Her silk robe wrinkled.
It was her birthday, twenty-two.
The Parisian native stayed at a ritzy hotel in Monaco. The sheets were Egyptian cotton, mimosas were always available, and the Jacuzzi jets pistoled her clit to the heavens.
But she was still alone. And her crypt-keeper husband was still out fucking anything barely-legal that had a pulse.
On. Her. Birthday.
"Husbands, am I right?"
Ava whipped toward the unknown voice of a woman.
"Or at least yours..."
The woman had French vanilla skin, Oreo-black hair, and wore a red velvet, Westernized kimono.
"Uh, who are you?"
"I'm a genie! And I'm here to grant your wish."
Ava glanced around the room as if looking for a way to break the fourth wall in a film she didn't know she was a part of. Probably Deadpool. That was her favorite.
"Oh-kayyy," she said, "well, that's great. You can tell Dave I had an awesome time. I just want to sleep though, honestly. Nothing personal. Thanks and goodbye."
"I didn't show for the cradle-robber," the self-proclaimed genie laughed.
She appeared right behind her.
"Boo!"
"OH FUCKING" Ava jumped off the bed. "What, you're a magician? Cool. Awesome. Please get the fuck out."
"You had that dream this morning about getting piped by a unicorn, like always. I'm here to make your wish come true."
Ava stilled. "...how would you know about that?"
"Like I said. Genie."
They appeared in a meadow.
"SHITTINGFUCK-"
"Yes, mortals tend to be surprised."
"No fucking way. No actual fucking way. I'm dreaming." She slapped herself hard across the face and fell to the clovers below. "...ow."
"Hmm. I almost respect that."
Then, Ava saw it.
A towering beast of sprinkled crystals and amethysts, braided caramel mane, pounding hooves, and the blackest eyes she'd ever seen. But above all else, a long, shining horn.
Her eyes glossed as she stared open-mouthed.
She walked toward it, reaching out to touch above the snout before her. "I..."
Ava turned to face the genie. "Do I really get to-" she giggled, looking back to the unicorn. "Do you want-"
A sweet whinny blasted her in the face.
She fell to the ground and the unicorn nuzzled against her neck. "Oh..." she laughed.
"Well, I'll be around," the genie said, "scream if you need me. Preferably something like 'genie, I need you' because I don't plan on showing for 'fuck me, horsey.'"
"Uh-huh, cool." Ava didn't tear her gaze from the beast before her as the genie vanished.
She smiled. "I just.. Can't believe you're real. You're really real."
The unicorn's surprisingly pleasant tongue graced the tear rolling down Ava's face.
"I..." she giggled through tears "could I..."
The unicorn kicked upright with a melodic whinny, and returned to meet the young woman.
Its horn tore at the silk robe, which somehow fell to the ground completely intact.
Unicorn magic? Genie magic? It didn't matter.