Kelly's Blue Book
Story by Demoonmunkay
This was an idea I had about a girl who found a loop hole when making a wish with a genie. Now this is going to be a pass-along story where next person to lay claim can write the next chapter of Kelly's life. This will allow any and all kinks to be present here and not just one writer's style.
Rules:
1. First come first serve. The first person to post a claim on the next chapter will be the one to write it.
2. Time limit: the person laying claim has one month to post thier chapter to keep the story moving. After that time if will be announced that the story is up for grabs again and will be handed to the next person.
3. Tag it. Make sure to tag all appropriate kinks, and fetishes BEFORE the chapter. I will give an example when i post the Intro.
4. Space it out. We don't want the same person writing the entire story by themselves so make sure there is at least one chapter between the one you wrote and your next claim.
Okay with that being stated the rules may change depending on circumstance and suggestions, please keep that in mind and try to have fun everyone.
Tags: Magic, Female, plot, no sex.
The Djinn
Chances are if you had any sort of childhood where “What ifs” took place you’ll have heard this one. “What if you had One wish, what would you wish for?” Theres always the ever popular choices; money, power, popularity, rock star, immortality, magic powers, etc. one of the catches was, no infinite wishes. Well one wish is enough to “fix” anyone’s life no matter where, how or who they were born to. Infinite wises would be like having cheat codes to the world, might be fun at first but quickly loses it’s charm. May as well wish to be God. Not everyone thinks the same however, like people who cheat in video games because they want to have fun. Not interested in the story or characters, just want to cause chaos without repercussions, which is understandable. Had a bad day and just want to kill people without getting in trouble with the law? Video games are for you. But that’s off the topic, we’re talking about theoretical wishes here. Now we’ve glossed over the Joker archetype of decision makers, i.e. Set the world on fire because why not? Then there’s the Zen archetypes, wishing for world peace and happiness and kittens that don’t cause allergies and such. People that just want to make everyone else happy and will work themselves to the bone to do it. Admirable, but humans need small amounts of chaos and misfortunes to feel better afterward. If everyone was always happy then how could they gauge how happy they were? Next up is the Power hunger “kneel before Zod!” Enough said. Then there’s Kelly.
Kelly is a young girl enthralled with loop holes. Manipulative and calculating, Kelly is the most dangerous kind of Wisher. She used logic and misgivings to gain free stuff all the time. In other words a scammer or con artist. It was no surprise that she found herself in possession of an antique Arabian oil lamp. She traded it off a vagabond for a 40oz. She was going to take it home and shine it up and take it to an Auction for way more then that measly bottle of beer. She used a rag and some polish to cut through the tarnish when the lamp began glowing red and became to hot to hold. Her hand was inexplicably glued to the handle however causing her to scream and try to pry her fingers free as the lamp billowed red smoke so thick it was impossible to see through it at all. Just as she felt like breaking her fingers just to get them free the smoke suddenly centralized and condensed into the form of a muscular man with MC hammer pants, gold bracelets and a top knot. His skin was a dull red, like the smoke that had fill the room earlier as he stood crossing his arms and staring down at the woman. Kelly had released the lamp finally and held her wrist in her other hand, afraid to touch the skin on her hand for fear it might fall off. “who the fuck are you and how did you get into my house”. The topless man gave her a sigh as he nonchalantly explained, “Bitch *you* called *me*.”
Kelly looked worried and confused as she gave the well built red man a couple of up and downs before asking, “Why are you painted red?” Another sigh escaped him as as he did a double take toward her kitchen with a confused look and pointed at the sink. “What’s that?” As Kelly looked to see what he was pointing at she suddenly felt his hand on top of her head holding her steady as something entered her ear. Her eyes widened as she tried to fight his grip but, like the lamp handle, she was completely immobilized. She thought he stuck his finger in her ear but it started snaking it’s way through the ear canal and up into her skull until it reached her brain. She was suddenly filled with a wealth of knowledge about his kind as she suddenly regained all the function in her body. “Holy shit. You’re a genie.” The red skinned man pointed at her in affirmation a
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