Wade Meets the Genie: Conclusion

Wade Meets The Genie

Conclusion

A Wade Wilson (alternate universe) and Marissa O'Connor story.

By The Preve

Wade Wilson created by Wade Wilson (and no, it's still not that Wade Wilson :D)

The author wishes to thank Wade Wilson for allowing the use of his character :)

The Present

"Well, that's it. You're caught up now."

"Yeah, I guess I am," Wade was in his bed with Marissa and Ash. The scene had vanished, replaced by his bedroom.

"That was a good show, I daresay," Ash said, "and I'm very happy to have taken part in the sequel."

"The show's not quite over," smiled the genie.

Wade was happy with Ash's participation as well, but a little cross with Marissa. She'd left him naked in Elysian, after all.

"Why did you erase my memory?"

"I'm a little pranky, Wade, sorry. You'll find that with a lot of us djinn and myths. It's sort of natural to us. Some are a little mean about it, as you well know by now."

Wade nodded. "So what's going to happen with, um, Lorelei?" Marissa saw the worry on his face.

"I don't know, Wade. Your immortality gives you some protection, but Lorelei is a mean, clever bitch. I'll conjure some more protection. That should help."

"I'll pitch in too," said Ash. "I don't like the idea of that slag targeting this sweet boy."

"Uh, thanks," Wade smiled.

****

Wade spent the next two days adjusting to his nudity, and fucking Marissa and Ash.

The genie and the faerie popped in and out of Wade's apartment frequently. Ash, after all, had a building to supervise. Marissa, meanwhile, made adjustments to Wade's glamour, so he could appear clothed to public eyes.

"The only trouble you'll have to worry about are people with the Sight. They can see through any kind of spell, some are thought to be schizophrenic though, and won't be believed, so you might be safe that way.

Plus, some objects out there nullify glamour. There aren't many but I'd be careful visiting museums and antique shops.

Also, gods, djinn, supernaturals, and other myths can see through glamour, so you're going to have to get used to that."

"I don't know . . ."

"Geez, Wade. You are so cute when you're awkward."

Wade was more comfortable around Marissa and Ash, but still nervous about appearing in public, even though Marissa assured him people wouldn't notice. "Most of them."

The glamour lent a permanent sheen to his skin ("I also took the liberty of making your light tan permanent as well," Marissa said, with lewd mischief), bringing out a pleasing effect regarding his muscle tone.

Dana Nguyen called to check on him, and ask him to reconsider.

"I'll think on it," he said. "I need a few days."

"Well, at least it's not a solid no. I'll give you some space."

Wade still wasn't sure, but his views had shifted. Working for NPC didn't seem such a bad idea this time.

On the evening of the second day, Wade had just stepped out of the shower, when someone knocked on the door.

"Wade, it's Ash. Zeus is here."

Marissa's wardings, placed on his apartment door, confirmed her identity.

Making sure Lorelei doesn't try anything.

He opened to Ash and Zeus' smiling faces.

"Damn!" thought Zeus, viewing Wade's shiny wet body, complete with cock.

The Fates have cursed me with an unattainable vision. Sigh! I'm going to have to speak to them about this.

"Get ready, young Wade. You're taking a trip."

"A trip? What? Where?"

"Olympus," smiled Ash, "Mari will meet us there."

"Olympus?! What?! Why?!" but Wade found himself already there.

Olympus looked much like the stories he'd read as a kid. It also looked like a live action set from

Disney's Hercules,

mixed with a modern day suburb, like Elysian Fields.

Zeus noticed Wade's stunned but skeptical look. "Yeah, yeah, I know. We modernized, and some of us are Disney fans. Go figure."

The sky and weather were very much like Djinnistan, except the clouds were white, cottony, instead of multicolored.

"Everyone's at the palace. We won't be here long. The Olympians are busy people, so I want to get this done quickly."

"Get what done?" asked Wade.

"Creating a job opportunity for you," smiled Zeus.

The palace sat at the top of Olympus. It looked almost indistinguishable from the Greek Parthenon, only larger, newer, whiter. Plus the Parthenon didn't have a modern office building behind it.

Marissa met them on the steps. She was dressed, smartly, in a dark Koulis denim dress, with flats.

"She's probably not wearing any underwear," Wade thought. He also realized,

I'm the only one naked.

The awkwardness made him blush.

"Embarrassed as usual, huh Wade?" Marissa chuckled.

"Um . . ."

"Don't worry. A lot of people, here, are used to nudity. The dress is for formal, and semi-formal, occasions like this one."

"Um, I'm naked. I feel out of place."

"No choice for you in that matter, young Wade," said Zeus. "And some are a little curious. News about you has gotten out."

"It'll be alright, Wade," Ash encouraged. "These people will be helpful to you down the road."

The god, djinn, and faerie escorted Wade to the reception hall.

"Looks like a hotel ballroom. Hyatt or Sheraton, maybe," thought Wade.

Gods and goddesses were present, in clothing representing various styles and fashions.

Wade recognized Aphrodite, wearing a red bodycon dress showing plenty of cleavage. She smiled and greeted, "Hi Wade."

A few of the Pantheon were obvious by their dress.

The red-faced, redheaded man in the military uniform was Ares, Wade guessed.

The woman in the crisp, smart DKNY power suit, with a Gorgon pin on the right breast, had to be Athena.

Apollo looked like a handsome college professor. His sister, Artemis, wore jeans and flannel.

One god in particular brought out a startled gasp from Wade. He recognized the man. He worked for him.

"M-M-Mister Pompedopoulous?!"

"Wade Wilson," Hermes smiled. "I was surprised to hear of your recent trouble. When Dana told me she assigned the Elysian route to you, I thought, 'He's too nice to offend anyone. He should be okay.' I didn't reckon on mischievous djinn."

"I didn't take much credence in Aphrodite's story about this young one," smiled an amused Apollo. "I see she actually understated your gift."

Wade's head still swam to find his employer was the Greek god Hermes.

Kind of makes sense actually.

"So everyone," Zeus clapped, "here's the young man who's become the talk of the Myth community. Ordinarily we give little care, after dealing with an unauthorized immortalization, but given this one's unique circumstances, and gifts, I think he deserves special attention."

"There's something of him that deserves special attention alright," a rainbow-haired young man, who looked fresh out of high school, and prettier than Wade, quipped, looking pointedly at his crotch.

"Sorry, Ganie," Marissa smiled, "Wade doesn't swing in your direction."

"Really? Not even as a . . .?"

"Nope, strictly hetero."

"Oh damn!" came from Ganymede, and more than a few of the other male Pantheon.

"Yeah folks. I felt the same," said Zeus, "but I respect his preference, or at least that one, and the Rules of Xenia apply, so you do the same."

A few mutters and regretful sighs continued, but the Pantheon fell in line.

Another one stepped forward, a goddess. She had rainbow hair, like Ganymede, pixie cut, a beautiful, snub-nosed face, with wide violet eyes. She was every bit as hot as the Goddess of Love, albeit after a lithesome manner.

"I heard this young man's backside is every bit as impressive as his front," she said. "May we see it?"

Wade blushed, and looked to Marissa. He wasn't used to this scrutiny, in spite of everything that happened.

"Show them Wade. They'll see it at some point anyway," she said.

Wade sighed and turned.

"Great Gods!" exclaimed Ganymede. "To be forbidden that! Such a waste!"

"Most impressive," understated Athena.

"Exquisite, and you mentioned it's Golden Ratioed?" Apollo asked Marissa.

"Very much so," she smiled back.

"We need to make a statue of this young man immediately," said the rainbow-haired girl.

"That shall be done presently, Hebe," said Zeus. "Right now, we need your ambrosia for the ascendance."

"Right, okay," Hebe left.

"You sure you want to do this, Father?" asked Athena. "This is a very big deal. It hasn't been done in eons."

"Yes, I know," Zeus said. "Look folks, we need to keep to the modern view. A fairly new concept has emerged, and we need someone to represent it. I think young Wade is perfect for it."

"Um, perfect for what?" Wade asked.

"You'll see," smirked Marissa.

"It's the job opportunity of a lifetime," said Zeus.

"I'd say I have a bad feeling about this," quipped Ash, "but somehow, I think it's going to be more interesting than that."

Wade wasn't exactly reassured, but his misgivings were all but obliterated by the vision which stepped into view.

Hebe had returned. She was carrying a vial, and she was nude.

Her slender, willowy, lithesome body confirmed his assessment of her status as smoke show.

The other gods were unfazed by her nudity. While they had admired his body, Wade noted the change in the room The gods conversed among themselves, as if they'd suddenly lost interest in him.

Wade suspected the reason was as Marissa said. The gods were used to nudity.

The disinterest was brief, however, as Wade was to find.

"Okay folks," said Zeus, "if you will all take your seats. Marissa, can you hand me that rod against the pillar there?"

Zeus pointed to a bar of metal, shiny, like polished silver, or chrome, resting against a large pillar, near the entrance.

"Oh." Marissa picked it up, and brought it to Zeus.

"Thank you, Marissa. You and Ash may have the front row seats . . . or if you wish to entertain each other during the ascension, you may. Can't have enough tantra for this, given the nature of his duties."

"Ascension? Duties? What . . .?" Wade was very confused.

"You'll find out soon," said Hebe. "Just drink this." She held up the vial. It contained a glowing gold liquid. Wade looked at it warily.

"Don't worry. It's not like it's radioactive," said the Goddess of Youth. "Besides, nothing can hurt you. You're immortal, remember?"

Wade was still wary, and he didn't know what this ascension was about. Nor was he sure he could trust the people around him, given the past two days (

Or weeks, by Djinnistan time

), but however much the trust issue, the question, "Why not," was present as well.

He could not think of any reason not to drink. Other than fucking his brains out and turning him immortal, the Myths, with the exception of Lorelei, had done no harm to him.

So Wade drank.

Nothing really happened. The ambrosia tasted sweet, almost like honey, but not overwhelming. It went down easy.

It wasn't the only thing that went down. Hebe grabbed his cock and started to stroke.

"Um, Hebe?"

"Hush Wade. It's part of the ritual," she said.

"Aphrodite, you're up," said Zeus.

Aphrodite dropped her dress, and stepped out of her pumps, and walked behind Wade, stroking his balls, his ass, and bringing her hands around to join Hebe's at his cock.

"Fro, everybody's watching," the red-faced Wade gasped.

"So what. You fucked me in front of thousands of djinn," Aphrodite breathed in his ear. "What's the difference?"

"It's . . . not . . . the same . . ." gasped Wade, "Everyone was participating . . . kind of . . . it feels . . . embarrassing . . . now . . ."

"That's the point, Wade," said Hebe, and then she knelt down, and took him in her mouth.

"The . . . point?" Wade gasped. He was close, so close, yet so conscious of the eyes staring at him. People he'd never met before, important people, including his own employer, watching his nude body being fellated, and stroked, by goddesses.

I'm going to cum in front of all of them!

"Feel it Wade," Aphrodite whispered, fondling his balls, stroking his taint. "The shame, the embarrassment, the eyes on your body. Let it flow through you. Let it happen."

Ash, who was very much enjoying the show, whispered to Marissa, "This is hot, but really strange. There's a purpose to this?"

"Yes, there is. Akbar told me about it. See what Zeus is doing?"

Zeus had activated the silver rod. The rod crackled and glowed.

"His lightning bolt," Ash observed.

"Yes, now watch."

Zeus prepared to throw. Wade prepared to cum.

The two goddesses had stroked and blown him to the edge.

Hebe's tongue slid and slicked right underneath his cock, where the shaft curved into his balls, Wade's ultimate g-spot, and that was it.

Just before the moment of orgasm, Zeus threw the bolt. It struck the trio just as Wade came.

Hebe and Aphrodite directed the energy from themselves, into Wade, and he exploded in a shower of gold.

It was the climax to end all.

The peak of absolute erotica.

Eyes, eyes everywhere, all the eyes that were, are, or will be. Watching him, watching his forever nude body, with nothing between him and the voyeur, but skin.

In the center of the maelstrom: pussies, mouths, anuses into which he plunged his hard cock over and over; breasts, tits, and clits onto which he planted his lips and tongue.

Within this swirl of boobs and vulvae, three strange women, cloaked in gray, holding a golden thread, a thread which held just a touch of red . . . the color of a blush.

"It is done," the one in the middle said. "Welcome to the club, young Wade."

"Such a handsome, well-endowed young man," said the one at the end. She had a pair of scissors, but kept them sheathed.

The came the black.

****

Wade woke, curled, on the floor.

A moment's confusion rushed through his head, then he remembered. Still, the question, "What happened?"

He sat up, and looked at his body. Nothing about him was different from the past two days. Yet, a strange feeling nested in the back of his brain.

He looked around.

Hebe sat across from him, cross-legged, looking at him with a satiated smile.

"I have to admit, Wade, you were surprisingly good," she said.

"Uh . . . thanks?"

Aphrodite lay next to him, stroking her pussy. "He's a prodigy, Hebe," she purred. "A true natural."

Ash and Marissa, overwhelmed by the tantra, were sixty-nining.

No other gods, than Zeus and Hermes, were present.

Zeus leaned against a pillar, watching him with a broad smile.

"Welcome back, young Wade. How do you feel?"

"Um . . . kind of strange sir."

"Strange how?" Zeus' eye twinkled.

Wade couldn't quite grasp it, but tried. "It's . . . um . . . it's like I'm . . . um . . . being watched. Like lots of people are watching me. It's just it doesn't feel like I'm being weird, or paranoid."

"I guess that could be expected, given the charge bestowed upon you," said Zeus.

"Charge? What charge?"

"Godhood silly," giggled Hebe.

Wade blinked. It took a few moments for it to sink in.

"G-G-G-Godhood?! You turned me into a god?!"

"Not a major one. A fairly minor one, but yes, pretty much," said Zeus.

"But . . . but . . . but I'm not a god! I'm not 'god' material! I'm . . . I'm . . . just Wade."

"You're the kind of person for this particular task, young Wade," said Zeus. "A new concept in erotica has emerged in the past few decades, and the Myth community decided a new god was needed to represent it. Your arrival on the stage was very convenient."

"A new concept?"

"Embarrassed nude males," Marissa said, raising her head from Ash's pussy. She licked the cum from her lips. "I know. I was kind of skeptical, and shocked really, when Zeus broached the idea with me, but I thought Lorelei, and her ilk, wouldn't be able to mess with you this way. You're above her in hierarchy."

Wade suddenly felt light-headed, and sat down. A few days ago, he was just an ordinary college grad, trying to pay off his loans.

"I know it's a little heady, Wade," said Marissa. "I had a few thousand years in Djinnistan to adjust, and part of this was my fault, so I'm sorry. It's just that Lorelei was not going away, in spite of thwarting her, and I felt guilty putting you in her sights. Godhood was the best protection I could think of."

"I . . . don't know what to think. Am I like . . . uh . . . magic or something?"

"Mostly 'or something'," answered Zeus. "Albeit you can learn magic if you wish. You have all the time in the world to study. That feeling you have is a manifestation of your mandate. Everyone is looking at you on some level, and you now represent all the embarrassed nude males in existence.

You're under shared jurisdiction of Aphrodite and Hebe. Your mandate intersects both theirs, and you have some of their power.

Otherwise, you can live as normal a life as is possible, given your unique circumstance."

Wade sighed. "Um, how?"

"You still have the glamour, Wade," Marissa said. "No one, except us, and the special people, will know you're nude. You can even turn the glamour off when you want. Plus, you still have to pay the bills, so you can work a regular job."

"I think Hermes can help you with that," said Zeus.

Hermes, who'd been listening quietly, smiled.

"How would you like a raise, young Wade?"

Wade, after the week he'd had, was more than willing to entertain the offer.

****

Wade Wilson, college grad,

God of Embarrassed Nude Males, patron of geeks, nerds, and young men who become objects of sexual desire by older women,

sighed as he made his usual rounds in Elysian Fields.

He knew he shouldn't complain. Life had gotten considerably better, including pay.

Elysian was easier to navigate, and make deliveries in, these days. The residents were more polite. Even the black "demon" dog let himself be petted.

He never saw the owner, other than her eyes, but she was always nice.

"Good journey on your rounds, young godling," she'd said on the first day of his return.

"So, looks like people know," he thought. "The Myths, at least."

The satyr wasn't in that day, but his wife met him at the door. She was pretty hot, and very, very pregnant. Wade had a feeling he knew her, albeit secondhand.

The woman flirted with him for a few moments. Wade was used to that, sort of. More than a few residents were flirtatious. He was polite, as usual. He didn't do wives. He wasn't that kind of god. Most were understanding, like the satyr's wife.

"She saw through the glamour," he thought after completing the delivery. "At least I know what happened to Sheila Bonham. She looks happy."

The glamour held up for the most part. No one noticed his nudity when he returned to work.

Dana was happy he'd decided to stay on. "So, good that things worked out for you. The boss has given you Elysian as a permanent route. Nice uniform by the way," she winked.

"Thanks. The raise helps, and I think I can handle Elysian now," Wade smiled, not sure if Dana's wink meant she saw a uniform or not.

Joss was also happy. "Looks like your clothes problem got fixed, ja? And how'd it go with Miss Ryan? Things work out?"

"They worked out very well, Joss. Thanks," Wade grinned.

Very well indeed. He spent as much time in her apartment, and in and out of her, as she did in his. He still made sure to pay the rent, though. Neither he, nor she, wanted to present the appearance of favoritism.

If any, the source of his sigh came from Edith Cragmire, or specifically, her mail.

She started up the pecking soon as he returned to her house. A suggestion from Marissa improved things considerably.