Half a Sex Shop Ch. 04

Author's Notes:

The last part ended on a bit of a cliffhanger intentionally. However, I stressed long and hard on how the last chapter would be perceived since it was definitely a departure from the mood in Ch. 1-2. I debated making it extra long rather than ending on the cliffhanger, but the cliffhanger seemed like more fun, if a bit risky, that it would turn people off to the story. So I figured I should get the next part out sooner rather than later. I also made this one a little bit shorter on purpose.

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MINE.

The thought reverberated in my head. It was the first time I had ever thought that about anyone besides Kendra. Now it was all I could think of. I feel it behind my eyes. Flashing red, thumping in my brain with irresistible need. Just as before, I felt possessive. The emotions didn't seem normal. They had an intensity, passion, or maybe a roughness that I had not felt before.

Mine.

It hit me again. I stared down at Genie. She was out of this world gorgeous, always. Her lips were barely parted, and I could see her taking fast, shallow breaths. Her eyes were glassy as she stared unseeing up at me. I wanted her. I wanted that body. I needed to feel her.

I took a step forward towards her.

"Felix!" I screamed. It was a last-ditch effort. I saw poor Genie on the floor. Saw my hand reaching for her, and I knew it was wrong. It was wrong that I was reaching for her. It was wrong that she was unmoving, kneeling before me. It was wrong that I knew what I would do. I felt tears burning in my eyes. Kendra. Kendra, whom I had already left after using her.

I had never seen Felix appear anywhere; that was Genie's preferred method of travel. Felix walked like a normal person. This morning, he finally appeared somewhere. Maybe he had been in a different dimension. Maybe it was early, and he couldn't be bothered to walk. Maybe it was the desperation in my scream. For once, he appeared. Not with a pop like Genie. This was a gentle rain. From his shoes up, pieces of him began sliding into place.

It was nauseating and disturbing to watch, but at least it caused me to pause for a moment. After my scream used up the last of my self-control, my hand had resumed its terrible path. I was now only inches from Genie's face.

When Felix was fully assembled, he looked at me quizically for just a moment before his face became hard. The normally easy-going lines and creases sharpened and seemed to split the light. His mouth, which was normally soft and a twitch away from a half-smile, thinned and pulled tight.

"Warted Gargoyles Genie, what did you do?" He muttered. He raised both hands to shoulder height, palms facing me, and shoved violently outward.

I felt an unseen force hit me in the chest and send me flying backwards. I heard the tinkling of glass breaking and felt a ripping sensation along every inch of skin. My feet and legs seemed stuck and did not move until I felt another blow and heard more shattering sounds. I fell backwards, tumbling head over heels. I ended up lying half on my back with my head looking back towards Felix and my hips and legs vertical above me, pushed uncomfortably against the shop door.

Oh fuck that hurt. I looked at my arms. I felt like my skin was raw and burning, that something had been ripped off painfully. My arms were normal. They were the normal Tom Greenthalw from last week and every day of my life except yesterday and today. What the hell? I let my head fall back to the ground in exhaustion. And now to my other problems lets add me being a dumbass and smacking my head on the ground, yeah great job.

Shit. My stupidity and impending headache were forgotten.

"Shit.

"Felix, what the hell?" I stopped my sentence.

I rolled to my side and started pushing myself up. My head started spinning, and I sank back to all fours. What was going on? Everything hurt, but I couldn't see any injury. What I could see was something I didn't understand, where I had been standing moments ago.

I took a moment to gather myself, then I tried to stand again. My head throbbed, but I shook myself and moved back to where I had been standing. Because where I had been standing wasn't empty, there was something still standing there. Something that looked like me from this morning, but broken.

I walked around in front of it. All of the muscles, the eyes, and the tail were there. Crystalized, partially broken around the edges. The front was mostly intact, but the back looked like it had been blown open. Like an explosion. Or that something had gone flying out the back and shattered it. I looked at my hands. Normal, pale hands with black hair and calluses.

I brought a shaking hand up towards this crystal husk that bore my face. Just before I touched it, a black, powerful, extremely muscular arm smacked my hand away.

"Don't," Felix said. "Genie and I need to chat first."

Genie, oh shit. I looked at where she had been, but there was nothing. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I whirled and saw Genie behind me. She was standing, no longer kneeling. Her eyes were staring at the floor, her hands clasped in front of her. I had seen Genie just minutes ago without her ever-present, bountiful energy, this almost felt worse. Before, when that... thought was in my head, there was just nothing. Now I was looking at Genie, who seemed more than a little despondent, and it was such a shift that I immediately hated it.

"I'm sorry, Tom. I just... I thought that umm... well that wasn't what I meant to happen. Sorry." Genie was mumbling and wouldn't look at me.

I gently moved towards her and enfolded her in a hug. "Hey, it's ok. No harm done."

As soon as I said the words, I knew they were wrong.

"Wait, fuck! I'm sorry." I turned to Felix. "Kendra. I uhh fucked her... well a lot like half the day and all night when," I gestured at the crystal thing like that explained things. "Is she..."

I was saved from the rest by Felix raising a hand. He closed his eyes for a moment. When they opened the lines on his face softened finally and he had a small smile.

"Kendra is fine. Once we are done here, you can go home and talk to her. For now, she is sleeping. Genie..." He paused and looked at Genie for a moment. "Genie put a little too much into that spell, and we need to fix that, but there is no permanent damage."

I felt him clap a hand on my shoulder as he continued. "Tom, we cannot force. Magic, this magic, doesn't work that way. It's not mind control. She had a choice. Just like you did."

I wanted to cry in relief. I wasn't sure I fully believed him, but it at least helped me put off my worst fears. I had worried that somehow the Kendra I loved, that I had married, was gone. Last night was amazing sex, but I would give it up in a heartbeat to see Kendra smile and hear her make a dirty joke that fourteen-year-olds groaned at.

Instead of crying, I settled for the "manly" thing to do: straighten up, clear my throat, and pretend I didn't have emotions.

"Ok. So you two need to chat and then maybe you can tell me what the hell happened?" I was actually looking forward to having a minute alone. I thought maybe sorting through some of the junk and actually throwing it out would be a nice change of pace. Yesterday and this morning had been another whirlwind of too many things happening at once.

I snorted. Ever since my parents kicked their damn buckets everything had been a whirlwind. First, it was mundane stuff. Funeral arrangements, cleaning out their house, trying not to dance on their grave while performing pagan celebratory rituals. The usual. Then I decided to clean out their shop, and life had been nothing but unusual since then. Even the island was less restful than I felt it should have been. There was always another thing about magic that I didn't know until I got kicked in the teeth by it.

Case in point, I was now looking at a broken chrysalis of myself, complete with fiery eyes and tail. I paused and took a moment to study it. Huh. Everyone knew about pecs and abs. I don't think I have ever seen someone with quite that much bulging muscle over the front of their ribs, though. Somehow, though I had skipped the massive neck so thank god for small mercies.

"Tom."

"Huh?" I shook my head, realizing I had been lost in my thoughts.

Genie walked in front of me and looked up with eyes that were just shy of overflowing sadness. "Felix says the three of us should talk now. Then afterwards you can talk to Kendra."

I looked around. "Wait, I thought you two needed to? How long was I looking at this thing?" I stammered in embarrassment.

Genie chuckled. "About 30 seconds. We talked magically, it's faster that way, and then you didn't have to hear it."

Felix clapped his hands together, and a fire pit with roaring fire, complete with flue and chimney, sprang into existence in the middle of the shop. Three massive armchairs surrounding it. The fireplace between the chairs and demon me. Heh, no male model Tom from my Genie makeover. Nope I got fucking crystal demon me.

I settled into a chair while Felix stood in front of his, and Genie perched on the arm of hers.

"Tom, first, my apologies. My role here is to help and guide Genie. I believe she mentioned, it is my magic she is actually directing while she earns her A. S. S." Felix waved at demon me. "This should not have happened.

"Great. So what did happen? Genie didn't make me anything. She had a pipe that she said would give me flexible horns or a horn, but I told her no. So this was what? Something rogue? Are there more genies here?" I was leaning forward, staring intently at Felix. Genie had her hands clasped in her lap again and kept her gaze fixed firmly on her interlocked fingers.

"Genie." Felix prompted gently. He sat down as he gestured at Genie.

I shifted my gaze to her. She didn't move an inch. I looked at Felix, but he was smiling gently at Genie, so I decided to give her a minute.

"I'm supposed to know or be able to figure out what they, what people, need or want. That's what I did with Kendra's corset. I saw her pain, the hate she was letting eat her inside. It wasn't how she looked, but it was all tied up together. It was... a big black mess. All tangled. Dripping in self-loathing and guilt. I couldn't fix that, but I could let her. I just needed to pull a thread. So I made the corset," she said this with an almost monotone sadness, none of her usual bouncing from topic to topic.

Genie looked up at me finally, and I could see her eyes were still full of sadness.

"I didn't fix anything, just made it so that she could start."

I nodded. I knew very well what Genie was talking about. It was something Kendra had alluded to yesterday, but we hadn't delved into it with everything else. Everything else, like her worrying about me dying and then me turning into a bad caricature of a sex demon.

"Then she talked to me and I explained what it had done. I didn't think through everything, and she was so concerned about you, Tom. She was really, really upset." Genie sniffled a little and paused. This was the greatest range of human emotion I had ever seen from her. Previously, it had all been out of control, infectious happiness. I didn't know how to deal with this any more than I knew how to deal with my own emotions.

"I didn't want the magic to be a bad thing or to cause more problems. Plus I... I like this. I like making things. I like you, Tom, and I want to make things for you. Show you there is more. So you came in and I had all these things that I wanted to do for you, but you said no. To all of it. Except for the one thing that I couldn't do. I got scared." Genie paused again. I got the feeling that fear wasn't a normal emotion for her.

"I thought that this might ruin everything before it started. If the first thing I made did harm, actual real harm to Kendra rather than helping. I thought that I would never have a chance. So when you said no, I panicked and umm, I remade your phone. That's why it was out of your pocket, you have to willingly take what I make."

Genie glanced over at Felix. He nodded at her to continue.

She sighed. "But I didn't ask and I didn't check with Felix that what I had done was what you needed. I just pushed. Really, really hard. There wasn't time because you were leaving, and I thought I had to do this or what I had done for Kendra would end up hurting her. I needed you to take it, and then it would fix everything, and I could stay here and still make things. I could get my A. S. S. as long as you took the phone because it would make everything fine." By the end, she was speaking so fast I could barely understand her. What I did understand was that Genie acted impulsively.

"So you threw a bunch of magic at my phone and I became that?" I nodded at demon me. Maybe I should name it? Demon me just wasn't catchy and lacked intensity.

"I wasn't completely wrong. You like being able to be in control. You want to be able to please Kendra in any way that she wants," she said. Like she was desperate for me to say she hadn't done anything wrong. I just looked at her.

Genie wilted under my gaze. "But umm, I wasn't 100% sure when I did the magic, so I got some stuff wrong. It was also too much. I shouldn't have reacted like I did when you came in, but there was too much magic. I got caught in it, which shouldn't have ever happened."

Genie looked back up at me. "But like Felix said, it still couldn't force me. I wouldn't mind having sex with you." She paused for a long moment. "Thank you for not though. I don't think you or Kendra are ready for that yet, and I don't want to hurt either of you."

I nodded my head but decided not to say anything about sleeping with Genie. Was she gorgeous? Hell yes. Did I know her well enough to want to jump in her bed? Nope. That had never been me. I liked at least some sort of connection before I did horizontal naked mambo with people. Probably needed more than that if I was talking about someone not human who wasn't even from Earth.

What I did say was what had been bothering me.

"So what the hell was up with you going all trancey? Fuck Kendra did it too. Then I kissed her, and it was like she was possessed. Driven. I was, too. I kept feeling need in my head. Like it was too much to stop. I mean, uhh, fuck well Kendra and I did it for over 12 hours. Maybe crystal demon me has the stamina for that, but I think emotionally I would normally stop or take breaks." I could feel that I was flaming red in the face. Is there a good way to tell other people you had out-of-control sex for wayyyyy longer than was possible? I didn't know one. I almost missed Felix's dildo broom. At least it would have been something to look at that wasn't looking back at me.

Genie cleared her throat a few times before she responded. I could see that she was trying to plan out what to say. That's always a great sign. No one fucking planned when it was good news. It's a boy, just rolled off the tongue. There's no easy way to say this, but you have cancer and will die in six months. That was definitely something you put some thought into.

"Tom," Genie started gently. "I uhh, I said I put too much in. Magic. Well sorta. It was a magnitude problem, though." She held up her hands when I started to open my mouth, furious.

"Ok, ok, maybe some stuff wasn't just magnitude. But most of it, I was on the right path, just not right spot. You want to be dominant sometimes. To be irresistible. That idea that you can do anything you want to Kendra isn't bad. Because you would never do something she doesn't want. Not all the time, you like other things too. But being able to overwhelm her and both of you know that you are? That's something you want. You just aren't good at admitting it." Genie was looking at me still like a sad puppy, which was a massive improvement from complete and absolute devastation earlier.

"Tom, you built up what good guys do and don't do. That doesn't mean you got it right. The magic saw that and tried to help give you what you wanted. Especially since Kendra was fine with it. She wants that too sometimes."

"So I wanted a fucking tail too?" I snarled.

Genie did actually blush at that, and I felt vindicated before I saw her give me the barest nod.

I threw up my hands. No fucking way did I actually want a tail. That was fucking weird. I got people had kinks, and they were welcome to them, but I was not into that. Tails or demons, or I didn't even know what to call it. That was not me. Dominance? Fine, yeah it felt fucking amazing to be in control. I got to know that I was calling the shots that were making Kendra moan like that. Orgasms, yeah, they were because of things I was doing. It was a fantastic ego trip.

"Tom." This time, it was Felix speaking.

"You should go home to Kendra and talk to her. He waved at the crystal demon me. "This will keep for about 24 of your hours. As long as you don't touch your phone or have it on you. That gives you time to talk and think."

I nodded once sharply. I really needed to talk to Kendra.

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There was a pounding somewhere. Oiy vay was there a pounding. I tried to open my eyes, but everything seemed fuzzy. I heard some garbled noises close by, like someone talking through a kazoo that was blocked. I rolled over, trying to make sense of things. What was that pounding?

I rubbed my eyes fiercely and decided to try opening them again. Yep, that worked. I was in my bed. Which was when I realized that beyond sight and hearing, I had another sense, smell. Oh my god, did I have smell. I looked around the room and then down at the bed. Eww, that was. Yep, that was basically one big wet patch covering the entire bed. Well, that explained the smell. Sweat, pussy, cum all your basic sex smells. I just had never smelled them so strongly that it felt like I was swimming through them.

I rolled to my right, trying to get out of the wet patch, and rolled right off the bed with a thump. Whelp, score one for getting out of the... oh fucking hell! I put my hand down on the carpet. Ok, it was only mostly damp, not soaking like the bed. Still, this was gross.

I ran my hands through my hair, trying to stop and think for a second. I had made my boobs massive yesterday. I looked down, back to what I was now thinking of as normal, but was really my "genie bod". Ok, so that meant it was Sunday. Friday I put the corset on, fucked Tom, I grinned. Then that night I got my massive boobs, fucked Tom again. So the boobs being gone meant it was Sunday.

I paused in my thoughts. I remembered waking Tom up with sex, talking about Genie's changes to my body, Tom being his usual self, not acknowledging emotions when he could be sarcastic, him leaving for the Genie shop, and then.

I heard the pounding again. It sounded like someone was trying to break down the front door. I could hear muffled shouting as well. Not enough for me to actually make out any of the words, but someone was definitely unhappy.

I pushed against the carpet to stand up, yep, there were squishing noises. I shuddered. Ughh, this was gross. Then I looked at my phone, only 10:00am. Which, I looked around, it sure seemed like Tom and I had gotten up to something that kept us up late, so 10 wasn't a bad time to wake up. I decided not to tell Tom though, he would just give me crap about sleeping the day away.

I looked around the room again. Opening windows was going to be a high priority. Maybe lighting a fire too, with all the moisture, nothing should actually burn, and the fire might actually dry things out. I started walking towards the bathroom, passing the end of the bed, giggling to myself. What the fuck had Tom and I done? I stopped.

I stood at the end of the bed and looked up towards the headboard. Oh! I remembered looking from the opposite direction... at a tail... my husband's tail. I could feel it again. It was so soft as it stroked me to orgasm, I had never felt anything like it. Then, when Tom pushed it inside me. I groaned at the memory. It was just shy of hot inside me, and I could feel it moving, rippling. Curling to find all my most sensitive spots.

I sat down on the bed with an unpleasant sounding squelch. I looked around the room again. Yeah, this made sense now. Tom had come home from the shop earlier than I expected. I looked up at him, and my brain froze. Standing there, he was the sexiest, most attractive, most desirable man I had ever seen. I was literally speechless. Then he lifted me up like I weighed nothing. He kissed me, and I felt an explosion of ambrosia across my tongue. I breathed deeply. I couldn't place the scent, it was earthy, woody, it smelled like sex bottled. If sex actually smelled fucking amazing instead of... you know.

Oh my fucking god. We went at it for hours. I couldn't believe Tom had the stamina. He just kept moving me how he wanted me. Telling me what to do, not asking. I had wanted everything. Everything he did felt so good, it felt perfect. I didn't care when he bent me over repeatedly because I couldn't stop cumming, so yes please keep the orgasms coming and if you need to put me on my hands and knees to do it then by all means.

I grinned. Not having to make decisions and getting my brains fucked out. Yeah, no way in hell was I going to turn that down, at least some times. Then the longer we fucked the more I felt Tom changing. I saw his muscles growing, he could hold me and pump me up and down on his cock like I was a doll. We got to the bedroom, and I was on board with anything he wanted. He was playing with me, kissing and running both hands along my upper body while fingering me. It wasn't until I came that I realized that was wrong.

Then he showed me the tail. He had fucked me with it. Cock in my ass, tail in my pussy, french kissing so hard it felt like I was almost airtight. All night long.

I lay back on the bed, ignoring everything else. Fuck! I let the memories roll through my head. I definitely didn't need that every day, but that had been amazing. I was actually astounded and proud of Tom. Obviously, he had talked with Genie and hadn't held anything back. I was sure that I would have to drag him kicking and screaming to even get the most basic changes, and instead, he went all in. I frowned, though. The red eyes, I would have to ask about those. That was freaky as fuck, I mean if Tom wanted them then I could get used to it. Just as long as it wasn't an always thing.

I was interrupted by a crash downstairs.

"Tom!" I heard a voice roar.

"Where the fuck are you? Come on out you little fucking weasel!"

I jumped up and looked around for something to throw on. I was very naked, and I knew that voice. Jared. Local dickbag who thought he was some big mob boss. Reality was that he was a crook who happened to have lucked into some money. Then he turned that into influence with the wrong kind of people, and now he was the local vermin of society. I had no idea what he wanted with Tom, but I could hear him crashing around downstairs. It sounded like he was throwing things while looking for Tom.

I grabbed a robe that didn't appear to have been contaminated in the sex fest and was thick. I thought about what I was going to do. I really didn't want to be anywhere Jared could see me in a robe. Hell, full plate armor wouldn't have made me feel clean or protected with the way he leered at women. I also didn't want him destroying my house.

I was just about to go downstairs when I realized what I should have done at the start. I grabbed my phone and dialled 911.

"Jared Miehan broke down my door, is screaming for my husband to come out of hiding, and it sounds like he is destroying my house." I listened to the dispatcher tell me they would have a cop on-site in a few minutes and to not go near Jared.

"Yes, I'll keep you on the line, but I'm going to stop him trashing my house." I shoved the phone into a pocket of my robe, keeping the call running with 911. Maybe they would get something that would be useful to put him away beyond just breaking and entering. I couldn't be sure if it was anger or drink, but he was definitely slurring his words a little.

I heard more shouting, but it was not quite as loud, and I didn't catch what Jared was saying. I made my way slowly down the stairs. I wished for a baseball bat or something to make up for my nerves, but no such luck. At the bottom of the stairs, I heard voices coming from the front door. Good, maybe the cops had been closer than they told me.

I rounded the corner to see Jared in a tracksuit, which stood out as supremely cliche to me. Next, he'd have heavy, ugly, metal necklaces and cigars. He had a crowbar in his hand. He was facing away from me, facing the open door that had been severely beaten off its hinges. A quick glance showed me that was much of my house right now.

Broken. Smashed. Scattered. Even the damn couch hadn't been spared his anger. That was a surprisingly fast rampage. Also, who attacks a couch? It's like hitting a marshmallow; no satisfaction there. My mind returned to the present and finally started processing the important details.

In the door was Tom. Hands up, appearing to try and placate Jared. Meanwhile, Jared was screaming at Tom, spit flying from his mouth, face a deep purple. I don't think either had noticed me. Maybe fucking all night really had done something to my brain because it took a moment for what Jared was saying to actually resonante.

What in the seven hells had happened? Jared was screaming about him collecting from Carl, good luck buddy, he totally dead. Then there was some really disgusting stuff about Mary's shop and how much the merchandise was trash. But what was all of this about Tom disappearing Jared? Forcing him into a bed with roaches and bed bugs? Then Tom stole Jared's shoes? I was very confused now.

"Where are your little magic dildo freaks now, huh? They aren't going to save you this time!" Jared screamed.

My heart stopped. There's a sound that R2-D2 makes when things are bad, his beeps that sounds like "uh oh" but are also fucking adorable. I probably should have had a long string of profanity going through my brain. Because apparently, Jared knew about the Genies, aka "magic dildo" people. Unfortunately, I had broken sex brain, so all that was going on in my head was that R2-D2 sound. "Uh oh."

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End Notes:

One of the reasons I wanted to post this quickly is that I intentionally made Ch 3 feel like mind control or some level of coercion. However, this is not that type of story. I have some other fantasy storyline ideas that push against that side of things, but not this story. Everything that happens here is 100% consensual, even if the consent is magical and may happen in the background rather than explicitly on the page.

Also, feel free to comment on what you think Tom's enhancements should be. Specifically, should he keep the tail?