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From the Author: Hello! I'm David, formally known as 800Ibgorrila here at Literotica, and way back in 2007 I wrote a silly story called A Beautiful Wish. I wasn't able to finish that tale, but it percolated deep in my thoughts for years. I always wanted to come back to it but there were fundemental problems with it that I wasn't skilled enough to reconcile. So, I started over. I took all the stuff I liked and molded it into something I liked more, for better or worse.
What you're reading now is the story I had always wanted to write all those years ago. It's a complete reimagining with new characters, but the themes I was trying desperately to drill into in A Beautiful Wish are handled with more care. Eighteen years of personal growth helped witht that.
The first book in the saga is finished and up for sale, but I will be posting it here in it's entirety as quickly as Literotica will allow it. I'm grateful for the steady encouragement I've had over the years from people I've never met and I hope this story will do my old work justice. Your comments, votes, and support mean the world to me.
Thanks again, and enjoy my first book - Bound: The Gift of Desire
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Chapter 5 - The Prime Directive
Stafford Regional was abuzz with the usual morning activity. Teachers and students parked in their respective parking lots, while the rest were dropped off by the fleet of buses arriving from every corner of the region. Since it was a sunny day, many students were still loitering outside, soaking up the rays or sneaking a drag off their vapes. There were the typical cliques one might expect: the jocks, the nerds, the drama kids, the band geeks, the cheerleaders and so on. As the town's pariah, George didn't belong to any of them and kept his head down to avoid eye contact.
George wasn't sure how to explain her sudden appearance to the world, but luckily for him, the Genie had turned into a pink cloud and hid herself behind George's eyes. There, she could drink in the scene. "Wow..." she said with unabashed awe. "Master, this is incredible."
"What, high school?" he replied in a low whisper. He wanted to be surprised that she could communicate with him telepathically, but everything about her was new and fantastical. He felt it better to continue practicing radical acceptance than to question every amazing feat she could so casually accomplish.
"The cuties. The sheer volume of eligible babes is staggering. We'll fill your harem in no time!"
George chuckled. "You're really set on this harem thing, aren't you."
"You have no idea. Ooh! Look at that one! She's super cute, and her hormones are practically doing the work for us!"
George glanced around and saw the usual assortment of teenagers, the names he rarely remembered. He only recognized most of them by their faces. But she wasn't wrong. Stafford had its fair share of hotties. There were so many that George couldn't tell which one Genie was pining for. "Who?" he asked.
Suddenly, a girl some distance away to his left was illuminated by a shimmering pink silhouette. She was a cute blonde with a pixie cut and some neat piercings. "She's alright," said George. "But she's a little young, isn't she?"
"Pish posh. She's less than a year younger than you, Master."
He'd have been lying if he claimed he wasn't interested. However, George didn't know anything about her, and even though she wasn't much younger, something was unsettling about the entire affair. "That's okay, Genie. Later, maybe."
George strode past the folks hanging around outside and entered the school's main hall. The facility had undergone many renovations in recent years thanks to extremely generous donations from wealthy alumni. Budget concerns were rarely an issue thanks to the school's reputation as having one of the country's most prestigious high school football programs. The team hadn't lost a game in fourteen seasons, and many of its players had gone on to have great professional careers. As the saying goes, a rising tide floats all boats, and though the football team got everything it wanted, there was enough excess for the other sports teams and clubs to benefit handsomely. The resulting wave of accolades had turned the main hall into a veritable museum dedicated to the dominance of the Stafford Dragons. Trophy cases filled with honors lined every wall, with spirited slogans like 'Attitude is Everything' and 'Excellence is a Decision Made Everyday' emblazoned in big purple letters for all to see.
Dominating the space in the middle of the hall was a somber shrine encased in protective glass and framed in gold. Inside was an archway sculpted from stone, which held two yearbook photos, each depicting a pretty young woman. The one on the left belonged to a demure brunette named Amber Thorne, who'd gone missing over a decade prior. The woman on the right was Kelly Shoemaker, a playful-looking blonde who disappeared seven years later. Above that was a wooden plaque with a gold engraving that read, "In loving memory of our lost princesses. May their spirits guide us to victory." Everyone at Stafford Regional knew who those girls were. They had been invoked at every pep rally since George was old enough to remember.
But the Genie didn't seem interested. Instead, she highlighted different girls with her pink mist, intent on enticing her Master. "Ooh, she's nice. And check out the titties on that one. Slay it, queen! Rock that new bra!"
George followed along but felt highly self-conscious. He couldn't escape the notion that people were staring at him. "Can they, um...can they see me?"
"Of course, master."
"No, I mean, can they really see me?"
"Oh, you mean you're new physique? They can see it, but part of my job is ensuring others don't notice our power. So they can tell there is a difference, but they won't find it odd."
He relaxed a little. "Okay. So that explains why not even my mom noticed us... in the shower and..."
"One of the many perks that comes from being my master," she beamed.
"Even if you were some powerful warlord or whatever, keeping advantages hidden is how you keep those advantages. Attracting unwanted attention would make it harder for you to wield my power, at least without consequences. And consequences are for plebs. Oh! Check out that one over there! She definitely sees you. And she really likes what she sees."
The Genie highlighted a girl at her locker a few paces ahead. George recognized her as Piper's friend, the curvy pastel goth whose name escaped him. Her baby blue hair faded into pink, contrasted with dark makeup, a white button-up shirt, and black skinny jeans. She looked away when their eyes met. "Aww, she has a little crush. That's adorable."
Surprised, George said, "On me? Really?"
"Yep! She has for a while now, just a little one. Looks like the curse was suppressing it, but that's not the case anymore."
George regarded her as discreetly as he could. They had never interacted in all the years they'd attended school together. She seemed way too cool, and the idea of her liking him at all seemed outlandish. Seeing her there going through her locker and sheepishly avoiding his gaze, with her unique blend of darkness and light, George couldn't help but notice her too.
"Wild," he said.
"Seems like her friend told her some things about you that piqued her interest. Gosh, she's so cute. Prime harem material right there."
"Her friend," he thought. George suddenly remembered Piper and felt deeply ashamed of himself. While the Genie was having fun, George was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. "Can we cool it with the harem talk, please? I don't know how I'm going to handle you, let alone a harem full of...yous."
"Sorry! I'm just really excited! There is so much desire floating through the air. So much angst. Everyone wants to be loved by someone. They struggle against their urges, afraid of getting hurt. And the hormones. My goodness, the hormones!" She swooned dramatically, saying, "High school truly is a magical place."
As they walked the halls, George remarked, "For someone who just left billions of years of captivity, you sure seem to know a lot. Are you reading their minds or something?"
"Nah, it just sorta comes to me. But I can dig a little deeper if someone exciting comes along. Just their love lives, though. Beyond that, I'd have to investigate like anyone else would. Take our spunky little strumpet back there. I don't know where she lives, but I know she's got a breeding kink like you wouldn't believe."
George's cheeks flushed at the idea of the sexy goth babe in the throes of passion, happy to be filled with a risky creampie.
"Oooh, I think you like her," she said playfully. "Just say the word, master, and I'll make her yours."
"Genie..."
"What? Don't you want to have sex with her?"
George fumbled with his locker combination and replied, "I...no...yes...kinda. But that's beside the point. You shouldn't go poking around in people's heads like that. Besides, she wouldn't want me. I'm...I'm just..."
"A kind, handsome young man with the body of a god and the soul of a poet?"
George rolled his eyes. "Well, when you put it that way."
"Hmm," she thought. "I think I know what's going on here." She materialized next to him with a sudden puff of smoke, making George jump in surprise. She giggled mischievously even as she soothingly stroked his bicep. "Sorry, I know this has all been a lot for you. Lots of changes all at once. But it's not enough to just suppress the curse. We need to undo some of the damage, build up your confidence, get you comfortable in your new life."
George considered it and knew she was right. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt comfortable. "All right, Genie. What do you suggest?"
She twirled playfully in the middle of the hallway, her bronze hair and yellow sundress splaying gracefully around her, and said, "Take your pick, Master. It's time we got you laid."
"Now?" George swallowed hard and looked around nervously, forgetting for a second that the Genie was hiding their interactions.
"Right now," she nodded. "Anyone you want, just say the magic words, and I'll make it happen. You're a sweet guy with a lot to offer, and it's time you started offering."
"I...I..." he stammered. He was conflicted. On one hand, he definitely wanted to explore that side of himself, especially with his new companion. But, on the other hand, he felt ashamed for needing something as heavy-handed as a sex genie to make it happen for him. George frowned as he felt more lame than ever and turned around to finish up at his locker.
Concerned, the Genie tilted her head and asked, "Master?"
But before he could respond, George felt a heavy paw on his shoulder that spun him around. Suddenly, two of the biggest thugs in school collided with him, lifting him up and pinning him against the locker-lined wall with a crash. "What the..." he groaned.
He recognized them as Tom Richter and Joey Bangal, their football team's left and right defensive tackles, and Connor's friends. Sure enough, Connor was right behind them with a malicious smirk.
