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The scene was like something out of Aladdin. Azariah, always happy to wander off the beaten path in search of adventure, had discovered a little notch in the rocks of a cliffside that opened into a series of narrow caves. While at times it was dark, openings between the rocks above him had provided a guide until he reached the strange chamber where he stood now.
The room before him seemed expertly carved from the natural red stone of the cliffs. The floor was flawlessly flat despite the craggy natural rock that surrounded it on all sides, and it led to a platform, raised a few inches from the rest of the floor, which itself held a pedestal with a single artifact sitting on an ornate pillow at its top. The artifact was a lamp, and it was a genie’s lamp if the wolf had ever seen one.
He approached the central pedestal with soft steps, feeling almost as though the entire scene might vanish if he approached too quickly. Even still it remained before him, unwavering, until he reached out and took the ornate, oriental lamp. It was still bright and completely clean despite being hidden in this dusty cave, but Azariah brushed the surface of the lamp anyway. A brief delay made him feel foolish for expecting something to happen, until billowing smoke began to pour from the spout of the lamp.
With his heart beating out of his chest, Azariah watched in fascination as the smoke poured in ever-increasing quantities into the subterranean chamber where he stood. While the smoke surrounded him on all sides, a particularly thick and dense pillar came out before him. It coalesced into a cloud, and from one moment to the next he realized suddenly that there was a white-furred vixen laying upon it, curled into a ball as she slept. She wore brilliantly colorful clothing made of fine satin which complemented her gentle curves with its loose folds. With his voice catching in his throat, the wolf considered quietly whether he should wake her.
His decision was made for him in a moment. The genie’s eyes blinked open slowly, and she sat up and gave a deliberate, full-body stretch before raising her head and smiling to the wolf. Delicate golden hoops dangled along the edges of her sharp, pointed ears, and gems and jewelry accented her pristine, snowy face. She clasped her hands before her and rested her muzzle upon them, showing off loose, dangling bracelets of fine crafted metal.
“Hello, dear!” she exclaimed. Her voice was soft, but also echoed with confidence and power in the small chamber. “It has been some time since a Privileged One has discovered my lamp.” She smiled, and her tail flicked behind her in a deliberate wag. Azariah realized as the motion drew his eyes that the very tip seemed to fade to wisps of mist which connected in spirals to the spout of the lamp in his hands.
He tried to speak, but all that emerged from his muzzle was a startled squeak. The genie giggled at his expression.
“Do not be frightened,” she encouraged. “My name is Shrubie. I am the Genie of the Lamp, and by freeing me you have claimed three wishes.”
Azariah’s heart leapt in excitement at the declaration. Ideas of what he could request circled in his mind, but he restrained himself. Of course he had heard the stories of poor fools who had made their wishes without sufficient thought, and suffered great hardship because of it. He meant to be different than they.
Finding himself, the wolf asked, “Are there any rules about the wishes I may ask?”
Shrubie chuckled. “Well, I am certain that there are some things that are beyond my power. If you are uncertain, simply ask. I would be happy to tell you if there would be any problem, and I would certainly not remove a wish if it couldn’t be done.”
Dared he hope…?
“Genie, could you perhaps grant a wish for unlimited wishes?”
The white fox lady pondered, but it did not take long for a smile to spread across her muzzle. She nodded. “Yes, I believe I can do that for you.”
Azariah’s heart leapt, and he grinned and wagged all at once. Caution now thrown to the wind, he stood up straight and declared, “Genie, I wish for unlimited wishes!”
Shrubie nodded in confirmation and reached down towards the wolf. He was a bit confused as she took ahold of the lamp by the spout and pulled ti towards her. Azariah started to ask what she intended, but was suddenly distracted as he was abruptly yanked off his paws.
He yelped in surprise, particularly because he was being lifted straight up. He looked down in shock to see clouds billowing into existence beneath him. One paw dangled, reaching desperately for purchase on the floor that was now several inches beyond his reach. This made him fall forward, only to catch himself on the soft surface of the expanding clouds.
As his mind began to process the impossible situation he found himself in, Azariah noticed the changes that were happening to him. His thin body was gaining healthy curves, a slender waist contrasting wide hips. Shoulders sloped, and his chest began to push against his shirt.
As his own physique changed, his clothing also adjusted to better fit his new shape. His sleeves rolled up beyond his shoulders, the bottom pulling up to show more of his midriff. The texture of the cotton shifted noticeably, gaining a shiny appearance and changing from black to a bright shade of red, hemmed all around with gold. His jeans were splitting open along the seams, and the denim was being entirely overtaken by the same satin texture as his shirt had adopted. Material swirled about his legs and reformed into something much more closely resembling a skirt.
Azariah glanced over to see Shrubie giving him a mischievous smile. She now held the lamp in her own paws, and the trail of smoke that emerged from its spout was leading to the wolf’s forming cloud. While the fox remained largely the same physically, her clothing was altering a good bit. Her colorful top was reforming into a tunic, the colorful satin becoming soft and white to complement her snowy fur. Her skirts were growing longer, and they dangled low around her heels, the color deepening to black with eye-catching violet sparkles visible among the folds.
The one physical change that Azariah could detect with her was that the wispy end of her tail was beginning to coalesce. In fact, the cloud that Shrubie had been lounging upon was fading, but its volume was being added to the snowy vixen’s tail. As her resting place disappeared, Shrubie alighted on the ground upon her paws. She smiled up at Azariah, who now floated comfortably upon his own cloud.
Her own cloud.
It was useless to claim otherwise, Azariah realized. The changes had made him into a woman, a genie of the lamp that had once belonged to Shrubie. She shifted a bit, but it was not hard to find a comfortable spot on the cloud. Its surface was soft and plush, and she smiled to find it so well suited to her new body. She looked down along her form and took stock of the final result.
A string of gems was placed atop her head, gleaming in the low light of the cave. Her bangs had grown long and gained volume, and longer hair trailed down along her neck. Her top accented a modest bust, while her jeans had been entirely transfigured into fine skirts that lay in folds upon her lap. A pair of loose bracelets dangled around her wrists, while finely crafted earrings adorned the rims of her triangular ears. The end of her tail now tapered into a fine mist just like Shrubie’s had done before, and it was connected in wisps to the spout of the lamp that had become her new abode.
Shrubie smiled from the ground beside the new genie. She had threaded the wide handle of the lamp around one of her slender wrists and watched with an excited energy as Azariah came to terms with her new self.
“There! As a genie, you have the power to grant limitless wishes!” Shrubie exclaimed. Her smile was genuinely excited, and Azariah could not help but chuckle in amusement.
“Indeed, I suppose I do!” Her new voice was high and bright, and she found herself speaking with a happy enthusiasm. As a genie herself, she could well appreciate the quality of Shrubie’s wish fulfillment. She quite looked forward to having the opportunity to grant a few herself!
“Well, as you are the holder of my lamp, I believe that means that you are entitled to three wishes. Have you given any thought to what you may desire, milady?” the changed wolf asked.
Shrubie blinked, evidently surprised by the thought of being owed wishes. “Oh, but you’ve only used one of your wishes!” she noted. “Don’t you still have two remaining?”
Azariah pondered, scratching at the end of her muzzle in deep thought. “Well, you are no longer a genie, so I do not see how I could receive those wishes.”
“Well, you were to receive three wishes from the genie of the lamp,” Shrubie mused. “That may no longer be me, but there is still a genie who may grant your wishes.”
Azariah pondered, then laughed to herself. “Indeed! Well, perhaps I shall have to give some thought to the idea of granting my own wishes. For now, however, I am curious. Do you have any of your own that I may grant, Shrubie?”
The vixen considered. “Well…”,
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