Street Magic (Mahajenn)

[Kurosanai Muzai]

The Omega Collective’s markets were renowned far and wide as a place to find literally anything. You could find a My Little Pony doll to an arm to a used rug to the schematics to dangerous weapons. If there was a demand for the product then there was a person on Omega that could find it for you. It was a little scary if you thought about it because if there was a demand for you and enough money was offered you could be sold to that person. People would be surprised how much of a market there was for slaves in the galaxy. The worst part was it was not even the Leia sexy slave kind either; it was the rather arduous kind that had you in the desert building pyramids. Luckily our protagonist of this story was not in danger of being enslaved to some weird slug alien that would make him a metal string bikini. Thankfully. No this story is about the stumbling across of one very old artifact that would unite two beings across the universe.

The scene was set in the bazaar in the Gamma Slums. Kurosanai had just returned to the Omega Collective in order to meet up with Prometheus Zex’s party. The only problem was that the ship that he had arrived on, because you know a poor youth like Kurosanai can’t afford his own ship, had arrived several hours too early. So what is a young man that competed against the strongest warriors in the universe set to do? Walk through the sketchiest neighborhood in the entire collective looking for an interesting souvenir to bring home to mom and dad. Maybe even find a weird alien pornography poster for Mozoku.

“Come one come all! The strangest artifacts in the galaxy right here! Gathered over several centuries from hundreds of different planets! Strangest artifacts right here!” The vendor called out rolling each time the r sound came up. For whatever reason Kurosanai was drawn over to the vendor, perhaps it was his charisma, maybe his clothing or perhaps even the way that he rolled his r’s in that sexy Spanish manly man manner. As Kurosanai approached he was unexpectedly greeted by the vendor. “Take a look at all of my artifacts! They come from across the galaxy!” The vendor said with a toothy smile. The prodigy of the Muzai pawed through the items though not spotting a single thing that would catch his eye.

“Eh…nothing I seem to like…got anything from Earth?” Kurosanai asked.

“Earth?”

“Yeah. Small blue back water planet apparently.” Kurosanai retorted.

“Ah yes. I think I have an item just for you that I picked up on my way through there years ago.” The vendor said before disappearing into the back of his stall. Kuro could hear him digging through the back casting out an occasional curse before he returned with a weird looking lamp in his hands. “This is an oil lamp that was said to be possessed by royalty years and years ago. For you I will sell it to you for fifty zeni!” The man propositioned.

Kurosanai weighed the lamp in his hands before looking at the vendor. “I will give you ten for it.”

“Ten is too little my friend. Forty is the lowest I will go.” The vendor countered.

“Twenty.”

“Thirty.”

“Twenty-five. That is my last offer.” Kurosanai spat back with a smile. The vendor looked down and then back up. He knew he had him. Finally the vendor pushed the lamp forward and Kuro tossed him the money for it. “Thank you.” Kuro said as he turned away from the slightly disgruntled vendor and he began to rub the lamp in his hands. He rounded the corner around the building when the prodigy of the Muzai noticed that the lamp in his hands began to heat up and glow. Kuro glanced down in confusion when all of a sudden he felt something incredibly hard slam into his head. He stumbled backwards into the trash that was nearby the buildings against the alley. His eyes managed to see that some creature and emerged from a nearby doorway with what he thought was a steel girder, what it actually was he would never know as he felt himself slip into unconsciousness. As soon as he did his body would be sucked into the glowing lamp causing it to fall out of sight of anyone that might want to pocket it. When he woke up and saw his new scenery he would not be able to describe it…he had to have stumbled upon something magical.

[Delashano]

The passage of time had become all but completely muddled for Jenn, sure technically she could have kept a perfect record of how long she had spent inside her lamp but in truth in the beginning she had not even expected it to last that long and when it HAD become obvious that her stay would not be as short as she had expected and she HAD started keeping track she had eventually gotten bored with it and the attempts to keep track of the time eventually stopped altogether. Much of Jenn's time was spent resting even after all the time she had spent with the Guardians of Earth her body was still rather accustomed to the hibernation-like sleep that a genie often put oneself into in order to not go mad with the dullness of the inside of ones container. Jenn was at present in one such hibernation state, the only thing that would really rouse the genie would be the presence of someone near her ring.

Or at least that was what Jenn thought would be the only thing that could awaken her, in truth however there was yet another means though the likelihood of it actually occurring had over the years become more and more slim. The other method was through someone manipulating Jenn's old container, her Lamp from ages past, Jenn had long forgotten about the old lamp having rebound herself to the ring that Seikatsu had given her. She quite enjoyed the ring being a sort of representation of her rather than some dusty old lamp, now the reason for the unlikelihood of Jenn being awakened by the Lamp was the fact that the lamp itself retained only minor vestiges of a connection to Jenn a 'spark' would be necessary in order to actually get it working again and even then the actual result of what would happen because of the reactivation was only a matter of conjecture, as far as Jenn knew such a thing had never actually occurred before.

But the rather simple reason that such a thing never happened before was the rarity with which an old container would come into contact with ANYONE of even a moderately reasonable energy signature, many who found the relics were simply too weak to make that 'spark' that was necessary to bring the container back 'online' so to speak. But on one rather 'lucky' day such a thing occured as a young man bartered and obtained an old lamp and upon recieving that lamp and having it placed into his hands the lamp absorbed what to the young man would be a negligibly small amount of his ambient energy and attempted to assert a connection between the man holding it and the genie that had once been bound to it.

This however did not work out as it was intended, the genie was no longer bound to those older magics, newer more powerful magics had aligned her with another container and even more powerful magics worked to prevent her from being removed from Earth as the Lamp's magics would attempt to do. As such the lamp sought a different means to achieve it's goals, unseen tendrils of magical energy manipulated a passerby and rather quickly the man holding the lamp was laid out on the ground and shortly after that he would be enveloped in a blue mist and transported away from the world as he knew it and into the pocket dimension wherein Jenn was still resting. The lamp was at present incapable of creating an actual bond between it's old tenant and its new owner and thus it did the best its magic could accomplish, bring the two together INSIDE the dimension.

Jenn found herself being dragged from her slumber as the pull of old magic awakened her, however the magic couldn't quite get the job done right, it didnt have any real command over Jenn anymore, couldn't FORCE her to awaken to face what it was attempting to present to her as a new summoner(despite the man being the one summoned) and thus it was acting more like an slightly annoying alarm clock, after a few moment Jenn found the annoyance of the magical pull to be just a bit too much and with a frustrated groan dragged herself up to a sitting position in her bed, a bed FAR larger than entirely necessary for someone Jenn's size. The now half-asleep Jenn was having a bit of difficulty processing exactly WHAT was going on. She was certain she HAD to still be asleep as there appeared to be someone else in her room something that by all logic of how her container worked wasn't actually POSSIBLE. As such all Jenn really accomplished doing was staring at the 'visitor' with a look of utter confusion on her face.

The visitor upon awakening would find himself in a room right out of ancient history, the very picture 'Arabian nights' style royal bedchambers the room was filled with the finest of furniture with the centerpiece being a massive bed one easily capable of fitting several people however it contained but a single very confused looking woman, a very confused and also not entirely dressed woman as Jenn's actual state of dress while OUT of her container often barely constituted as 'dressed', her common state of dress INSIDE her container often none as never before had the possibility of that being an issue actually been a possibility.

[Kurosanai Muzai]

The steel girder had hit the prodigy of the Muzai harder in the head then he had thought. Normally such blows would not hurt him nearly as much as it did but for whatever reason it knocked Kurosanai for a loop that left him seeing stars. Perhaps it was the force behind the hit, the person that spun with it or maybe it was even just where it hit on his head. You get the point though, he got hit in the head and there were plenty of reasons why it knocked him out cold. In any case when the young man began to come to he was surprised by what he saw. Instead of being on the dirty streets of the Omega Collective he found himself on clean light brown sand stone. A confused look spread across his face as his hand extended out and tapped the floor.

“Well…it is in fact stone…I don’t really remember there being any stone on the Omega Collective though…” Kurosanai mumbled as he slid his hands underneath his torso and gently pushed up. The pounding in his head was near deafening as he managed to get his feet under him with a groan. “Note to self, find some aspirin before departing from this weird asteroid.” Kurosanai groaned. His hand rubbed his head before descending down his face and rubbing his eyes. The throbbing was near unbearable it was almost as bad as being screamed at by Izanami. When he stopped rubbing his eyes and they began to focus he was standing in a place that was very different from where he thought he was.

Carved into the walls of this apparent room were windows that could be described as things that had been stolen straight from the Aladdin movies, instead of normal light fixtures that were powered by electricity and used bulbs several torches and braziers were located throughout the room and the room was vast being roughly the size of an entire lower story of a very large house. His eyes searched for anything that may give him a clue but when they fell on the floor he was able to see a carved picture, beautifully done, depicting the battle of two foes. Kuro figured it was one of the typical good versus evil mosaics that always seemed to adorn marvelous stone floors. The craftsmanship was amazing and no doubt done by an unrivaled mason but while gawking at the making of the room was exciting and entertaining it was not helping the young man figure out where he was. It was when he turned around was he really amazed at what he saw.

Standing at the top of a small stair case that led to a landing with a monstrously sized bed on it was a woman of exotic beauty. She had unblemished blue toned skin, a perfectly fit body that many women would die for, dark hair which fell untamed and only a few blankets wrapped around her waist draping down to the floor. Everything else was left out for the entire world to see. Kurosanai was left in awe as he physically felt his jaw drop before feeling several other reactions. The first being a small trickle of blood running down his upper lip from his nose and his pants grew shorter. The reason, use your imagination.

“Wow...that is quite a view.” Kuro said in a hushed tone. It took him a moment before he realized he had his mouth wide open. He turned away from the beautiful woman and closed his mouth. It was then that he actually realized that he nose was bleeding. His hand darted to his mouth in order to hide the evidence of the blood. When he dropped his hand away he let a curse slip out of his lips as he became aware that wiping blood on white bandages was not exactly the best way to hide evidence. He quickly adjusted himself before calling out. “Hello. I didn’t mean to stare I was just very surprised to see…you. If you just point the way out of here I will gladly leave you in peace as I have a meeting I have to attend to.” Kurosanai stated without turning around. He had already shot himself in the foot he didn’t need to continue the trend.

[Delashano]

At first Jenn assumed that maybe she had been imagining the new arrival, it wouldn't exactly be the first time that such a thing happened in all honesty. After acclimating to being around people so often it had been tough to go back to the loneliness of being trapped in the ring and at times her magic would be effected by that loneliness, dreams of being free, magical constructs of people, she'd seen just about all of it and by now they had lost their charm and gone from friendly reminders of what it was like on the outside to frustrating reminders of what she missed so much. Jenn let out a low sigh as she looked upon what she could only assume was another such instance. She could very easily try to dismiss the fake; if he was a dream then she was conscious of her dream and could thus send away the parts she didn’t like. If he was a construct she could very well either banish him away if he stemmed from her own magic or destroy him if he was of the rings magic. But perhaps for a little while at least it could be fun to see how this one would act, how it would attempt to coerce her into believing it was real.

His reaction was suitable amusing at the very least and a funny construct would at least be a bit more enjoyable. His slack jawed awe as he stared with her combined with the ever increasing flow of blood from his nose were enough to buy him a bit more time, while she would never readily admit it she quite enjoyed the ones that tried to play into her vanity she had quite a bit of time to work on her looks and someone showing such ready appreciation for her appearance was a nice ego boost, even if they happened to be a fake. The construct (Jenn felt it more likely he was of that variety as while dreams tended to be a bit more emotive they were also rather quickly banished once she realized what they were and the one didn’t appear to show any of the normal signs of drifting away.) seemed to pick up on how silly he looked and quickly rushed to try and hide the fact that he had been staring and get rid of the flow of blood, he seemed to gain some small amount of composure as he spoke for the first time(that Jenn was aware of) and Jenn had to smirk at the ingenuity of the construct as it set up its scenario.

It was rare that they sought to outright give her a way of getting rid of them but this one left a bit of bait, it was evidently unaware how he had even gotten here and likewise assumed that there was some way of just walking out. Oh how she wished things were that simple. With a smirk Jenn decided to have a bit of fun. With a snap of the fingers she disappeared from the bed leaving a poof of smoke and in an instant another poof of smoke would form before the construct and out from it would step Jenn, thankfully for the construct rather than remaining as she had been Jenn was now covered in bandages that even as she stepped closer to him were wrapping around her to form a sort of makeshift clothing. How exactly would she deal with this, play along for a bit? Call its bluff? Many options lay at her feet.

“I was rather surprised to see you as well; I don’t exactly get many visitors around here.” Jenn said as she walked around him getting a good look at what exactly her or her lamps magic had sent to her. There was something rather… off about this construct, he didn’t sound like anyone she had ever met and usually unless it was a rather impressively complex construct they came sort of ‘pre-loaded’ with bits and pieces of her memory in order to form them personality’s she was used to, voices she enjoyed. But this construct sounded utterly foreign to her and looked just as foreign as he sounded. His clothes were of style far away from anything she was used to, save for the bandages he wore which raised even MORE questions. Usually constructs didn’t dress at all like she did… mostly because it broke the illusion as her style of dress was… unique to say the least. Jenn stood there for a long few moments just staring at him contemplatively. “Getting out of here isn’t exactly possible, at least not without someone on the outside to do the work.” Jenn said deciding out of curiosity to play a long for a bit, to see how this construct would react, generally they begrudgingly accepted there ‘fate’ of being trapped in here, with all the oddities displayed by this one so far however Jenn was curious if he would be the same.

[Kurosanai Muzai]

This moment, probably one of the most embarrassing events that he had ever experienced. Of course the fact that he had woken up and was staring at a half-naked woman was probably a normal man’s dream, hell it was his dream as well, but he was taught to show honor to those around him and that included the idea that if someone was in a compromising situation to not exploit it. No matter how nice it was to look at. As such Kuro was left standing with his back to the woman hoping that she would just be nice and tell him exactly how to get back to the market so he wasn’t late to his meeting.

That of course did not happen. Instead a sudden cloud of smoke formed before the prodigy of the Muzai causing his eyes to go wide a bit. What was going to happen? Then one of the worst possible things happened. The blue woman walked out of the smoke to stand right in front of Kurosanai. Luckily, she was no longer brandishing her natural gifts to him and instead chose to wear some very very revealing bandages. He couldn’t say it was much of an improvement but it was one none the less.

“I was rather surprised to see you as well; I don’t exactly get many visitors around here.” The woman stated as she began to circle around the young man taking in every inch of the young Muzai in an attempt to try and figure out who he was. He could feel her eyes drift over his body, no doubt at some point they fell on his butt; it was rather nice if he had to say so, one of his better qualities when it came to his body. But when she circled back around again she was left staring at his bandaged covered chest. He had absolutely no idea on where he was but he could only assume that he had somehow made his way into some weird brothel on Omega and as such was being evaluated to use as a worker there. A quick shutter went through his body at the thought of being used in such a way, he had seen all the signs when he traveled the Omega Collective the first time he had arrived, young human males were apparently a preferred choice of weird tentacle aliens. The worst part about it was that all the creatures that he saw entering those establishments were not ‘females’ but rather ‘males’. A slight tear began to form in his eye as he shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t want to be probed on a regular basis.

“Getting out of here isn’t exactly possible, at least not without someone on the outside to do the work.” She stated in a rather matter of fact tone. What could that mean? Did she need to receive orders from people outside of the room in order to let him go? Were they watching them right now? Where were they watching from? From where Kuro stood there was no place for a hidden window in the solid stone and he saw no cameras around the room leaving him wondering all the more.

With a hard swallow to try and keep everything in order, and certain things from rising to the occasion, the prodigy of the Muzai began to speak. “Well…you see…umm…can you at least tell me where I am? I have absolutely no idea…and…umm…” Kurosanai despite his best efforts to try and keep his eyes on the woman’s face began to fail. Slowly his eyes began to drift downwards. “And what…do you mean…umm…by someone from the outside…” Lower they went. “I mean you have a lovely place here and all…including that lovely chest. I mean crest in the floor over there.” They really didn’t want to stop falling. “Umm…I just…I have a meeting and…umm…” At this point it was useless fighting it as he was now staring straight at the woman’s chest. Consciously he didn’t even know it was happening, his unconscious male mind was current at the helm. And after a few moments of admiring the woman’s gifts did his pants once again begin to become shorter than what they were originally.

[Delashano]

Jenn couldn’t help but take a strange sort of pleasure out of the reaction of the construct, he was rather amusingly flustered as she looked him over and by the time she'd made her way back to his front he'd somehow gone from just simply flustered to seemingly fearful as small tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. Jenn couldn’t quite comprehend WHAT had managed to elicit that sort of reaction terror was generally not one of the emotions displayed by the constructs likely since even back when she hadn't exactly been the nicest Genie she wasn't the type to keep people around her by force... though it was a rather amusing sight to see the young man paralyzed with fear before her, Jenn's lips quirked into what would to the young man be a rather ominous grin at the thought while her appearance and antic generally were cause for flustering she'd never quite utterly paralyzed anyone like this.

Jenn watched with interest as the construct reacted to the information that he was stuck here and once again the reaction was outside the norm, he had the normal initial look of confusion but she noticed his eyes moving around the room as if searching for someone else despite the clear lack of anyone else in the room. Was there another construct around for this particular attempt? It had happened a few times that constructs would arrive in a group but usually they all arrived at once in one place, she'd more or less caught this one's arrival as it occurred and she couldn’t sense another energy source inside the ring, another thing to add to the list of oddities about this one. But perhaps that was the whole 'plan' for this, sending her the literal oddest construct possible just to catch her attention. if that WAS the case then she was impressed because it was working out rather well.

Jenn was brought back to 'reality' as the construct spoke or at least TRIED to speak, he stuttered and fell over most what he said while doing his very best to keep his eyes on her, he even managed the task of asking where he was before falling into the temptation of taking a glance lower and with his mind preoccupied his next statement, an attempt at a compliment on her room didn’t quite come out as he intended. Jenn found the situation rather amusing enough to openly chuckle at the constructs compliment. With a smirk Jenn reached out with a hand and gently grabbed hold of the constructs chin and angled his face so it was once again facing her own. She didn't really MIND the staring, she was WELL aware the effect her style of dress had on others and quite enjoyed the reactions and on top of that she got to wear what she found to be comfortable, but doing this would be just as likely to ruffle his feathers a bit more and perhaps help ensure she actually got answers out of him "You're in my home, a dimension separate from the world of the living..." Jenn trailed off still holding him by the chin as she now got a chance to take a better look at the face of her new arrival. The eyes were... strange... significantly more lifelike than she was entirely used to with the constructs.

“Unfortunately I don’t believe you’ll quite be capable of making it to your meeting were nowhere near you're home dimension and all but completely locked off, I’ve been waiting a very long time to get out of here myself.” Jenn said still maintaining her albeit light hold on her ‘guest’s chin. “What I am curious of however is how exactly you managed to get here. My home should be all but out of bounds to those outside and if you DID happen upon the access point I would have been made aware. So please do explain.” Jenn questioned curious how the construct would answer, usually it was some drivel about it ‘all being foggy’ which she couldn’t exactly BLAME them for, they only knew what they were designed to know and while the magic of the ring was vast what it lacked in this case was anyone to guide it, it could draw upon her memories to create but forging a whole new existence for something was generally too hard and thus it kept things as vague as possible. While Jenn knew the ‘correct’ response would be one of these ‘foggy memories’ she was curious what this particularly anomalous construct would craft for her.

[Kurosanai Muzai]

Her skin was soft and she smelled like incense. That right there did not help at all with Kurosanai trying desperately to make sure that his pants were normal length. But it was her eyes that seemed to captivate the young Muzai. They seemed to almost be filled with ‘magic’ for lack of a better term. He could have easily broken out of the playful hold that she had been applying to him but his mind simply would not let him do that. Why would he? A beautiful woman was standing right in front of him.

"You're in my home, a dimension separate from the world of the living... Unfortunately I don’t believe you’ll quite be capable of making it to your meeting were nowhere near you're home dimension and all but completely locked off, I’ve been waiting a very long time to get out of here myself. What I am curious of however is how exactly you managed to get here. My home should be all but out of bounds to those outside and if you DID happen upon the access point I would have been made aware. SO please do explain.” The beautiful woman questioned. But as he listened to her nothing she said seemed to make sense. He was on the Omega Collective and he could have sworn that this was some very strange looking brothel that he happened into. But for her to say that it was another dimension was way out in left field. This only meant one of two things was going on at the current moment. One, he was still in a strange brothel and this ‘lady of the night’ just wanted to go through a roleplaying session and based on what he saw in front of him. Which was perfectly fine by him, as long she did not turn into a weird tentacle monster that came out of nowhere like in those weird Japanese comics. Or two, he was actually dreaming of this entire thing after being hit in the head with that steel girder.

While the first option was much more fun to live through, and to write about later on, the more plausible situation was that he was in fact dreaming. Which if he recalled something from a book he read once, yes people even though Kuro can be dense at times he does in fact read, that if someone was to realize that they were in their own dream that they would be able to control everything that was going on around them. At this realization Kurosanai let a grin slowly creep across his face.

“Well you see. The last thing I can remember before waking up here was getting hit in the head with a steel girder. After that I woke up here. Which means that I am really just having one hell of a dream right now and…” Kurosanai’s eyes drifted downward again. “I really love every moment of it. Is it true that since I realized that I was in this dream that I get to control it?” The prodigy of the Muzai asked happily. “If so…then I command you to be my slave and do everything I say! With the first action being that you have to go back to not having any bandages on…I am going to turn this into one of those dreams…” Kurosanai stated with a stupid look on his face as a small trickle of blood ran down from his nose once again.

[Delashano]

Jenn enjoyed watching the construct remain captivated by her gaze as she held him in place for a good few moments he seemed once again paralyzed where he stood but not too long afterward she could see emotions quickly playing across his face confusion being the primary emotion on display it continued to baffle Jenn just how much work the ring must have put into this one to get it so… realistic, perhaps THAT was why it had been so long since it had sent one along? Could the magic involved in the ring even account for NEEDING to put effort into something? She’d only ever known the rings magic to act on a sort of ‘instinctual’ level just doing things based on necessity without anything akin to planning. This was all a rather interesting sort of puzzle and luckily for the construct she was willing to play along.

Jenn returned her attention to her guest and saw the look of confusion to a look of realization quickly followed by particular look of excitement Jenn found she was curious as to what exactly may have caused the sudden shift in attitude. Jenn was about to inquire what was going through her guests mind when he began speaking responding to her earlier question on how he had gotten here, her thoughts had caused her mind to drift far enough from the subject that she’d even forgotten for a moment that she had asked him anything of the sort. The explanation however really only managed to raise further questions, before Jenn could voice her questions however her guest continued on asserting that based on the fact that he had arrived here when he very well should have been unconscious that this was in fact a dream.

Jenn’s lips twisted into an amused smile as she followed her guests train of thought raising an eyebrow as he questioned if because he was aware of that he was in a dream that that in fact meant he could now control his dream. Technically speaking he was correct, if this WAS a dream and he had sufficient willpower he’d easily be able to take control of the situation. But of course this WASN’T a dream, but perhaps it would be a bit fun not to disillusion her guest and see exactly what he came up with, the mystical constructs didn’t exactly have much depth of thought to them outside of their normal parameters and this type of scenario seemed rather unlikely to be a part of such.

With what appeared to be a look of perverted triumph her guest declared what he wanted the ‘dream’ to became and it took all of Jenns willpower to remain straight faced at the constructs declaration. She wasn’t entirely sure if this actually fell outside of what she considered a ‘normal depth of thought’ or not. It was certainly out of the ordinary for one to make an attempt to assert itself as ‘in control’ even if the attempt was as ridiculous as this. But perhaps she could yet still have some fun, it had been quite a long time since she’d gotten a chance to mess around with someone’s ‘wish’ and this was just about the same.

With a small surge of energy Jenn’s eyes flashed a brilliant amethyst color and she released her hold on Kuro’s chin just before the trail of blood would reach her. “No more bandages is what you seek? Perhaps I can oblige” she said with a wink taking a step back to allow her guest a better view Jenn would run the backs of her hand down her sides causing the bandages to disappear becoming little more than a faint blue smoke, much of the smoke did exactly as one might imagine smoke would do, float off and disperse. However what would certainly be an agonizingly small amount would remain covering just enough of Jenn to likely cause utter frustration for her guest.

Jenn would give it a few moments, give the construct just enough time to realize the smoke wasn’t actually GOING anywhere ”You are right my master, you can control a dream but…” Jenn would begin to say putting special emphasis on the word 'master' and cutting herself off as she rather suddenly burst into smoke much like when she had moved from the bed, another cloud of smoke forming behind her guest and from it out stepped Jenn who would get quite close behind the construct to whisper in his ear. “That presumes this to be a normal dream or a fantasy. A nightmare can be far more difficult to control.” Jenn whispered as she let the smoke billow around herself and the construct ominously.

[Kurosanai Muzai]

Two words floated through Kuro’s mind. Jack. Pot. Okay it is actually one word but that was the only thing that the young adult could think about. He never liked admitting it but he had no experience in the matter of sexual encounters with women so since it was a dream he was going to play around a bit and see what his little mind could actually end up creating. Yeah it was not exactly the highest moment of pride that Kurosanai had ever displayed. But come on people! Look at the creature that is standing in front of him right now! Would you not try your luck even in the slightest?!

The blue woman took a step backwards and with a wave of her hands the bandages began to melt away. Each one disappeared into a small strand of smoke at a painfully slow pace. The young man wanted at what was beneath the bandages. At the pace they were going he almost began to pull the hair out of his head out of frustration. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. COME ON! The suspense was literally start to kill him. But the most infuriating part of the entire ordeal was that after all of the bandages turned into smoke only small wisps refused disappear. Of course they were covering some of the best parts to look at. For a moment he hesitated as his blood began to boil. NO! He cried out in his mind as he tried desperately to contain his anger. Quickly though she disappeared in a poof of smoke. Kurosanai’s eyes went wide as they darted around the room. He took a step forward in fear. He must have begun to wake up and as such the dream would remain just a tantalizing figment of the young man’s imagination.

“Oh god no…I was so close…” He mumbled to himself. He jumped however when he felt the woman’s presence reappear behind her. She may not have noticed but he let out a slight exhale as his heart began to slow down. The beautiful woman was still here meaning that things would not end horribly like so many of his dreams ended up. You know what I am talking about. The dreams where you are enjoying the crap out of them and then suddenly they end you are like ‘NOOOOOOOO!’ and wake up. That is what Kurosanai thought this dream was turning out to be.

“That presumes this to be a normal dream or a fantasy. A nightmare can be far more difficult to control.” The beautiful woman whispered in his ear. Her breath on the back of his neck sent goose bumps crawling across his skin. He did not fully realize what the woman had said until a few moments later. By then a mysterious smoke began to form around his body. He had absolutely no clue what was going on. Was this part of the dream? Was he waking up? What was going on?

“Now now…why are you being a little minx now and running away?” Kuro said as he tried to remain focused on achieving the results that he so desperately wanted.

[Delashano]

"I don't run." Jenn's voice would echo throughout the room coming from both nowhere and everywhere at the same time as she remained partially displaced within the ring essentially taking up refuge inside the magic of the ring itself. "I'm just getting a better view is all." Jenn said her laugh echoing throughout the room. It was incredibly amusing to watch the desperation on the constructs face as it's eye darted about the room in a frantic search for her. This little game was a strange sort of fun, it was a bit like when she had gone about trying to scare off prospective summoners from using there wishes but she didn't feel any real need to be malicious about it with this one, he wasn't ACTUALLY her summoner and ultiamtely she didn't feel any inclination to do anything particularly violent, jsut a bit of harmless fun to pass the time. Perhaps this should have been how she dealt with the ones before him. But they had always been so excessively bland resigning themselves to there fate. This one was just so quirky and amusing, actually trying to order her around! It was just ridiculous enough to be fun. Now however she needed a new plan of 'attack'  perhaps it would be interesting to see what the construct would try and order up next. But first perhaps a change in venue if only perhaps to show him what she was capable of.

Once again a burst of smoke would appear a few feet in front of her guest heralding the return of Jenn, almost certainly to her guests disappointment however a thin cloud of smoke would remain blocking anything even resembling a good look at Jenn's chest but giving just enough for it to be torturous that no matter what angle one attempted to look at they would receive no better a view. "See, no running I just needed a moment to freshen up a touch." Jenn said and assuming her guest was capable of removing her eyes from the clouds-of-frustration(tm) he would not be able to note that Jenn had changed slightly her hair had grown from a slightly bed-messy and not even shoulder length cut of hair to a well maintained braid that reached nearly down to the middle of Jenn's back. "Perhaps it is time we move elsewhere, perhaps this room encourages certain thoughts just a bit too much."Jenn said with a wink and before she was even truly done saying it the two would find themselves in an entirely different location. If her guest was familiar with the Lookout of Earth he might recognize it as a recreation of the courtyard save for a distinct lack of the open air that normally surrounded it but replaced with a domed cealing covered in a massive painging of the earth sky transitioning from the normal blues of daytime into the starry sky of night with many of the constellations depicted in varying artistic forms, the night sky however if her guest was acquainted with the stars would not that while the constellations seemed to be near where they should be many were in what would appear to be the 'wrong' positions.

Save for the paintings on the walls there was very little else in the room save for many many different sets of rather old looking painting equipment and a vast array of paints scattered about the room. This was one of the few other rooms that Jenn had bothered to keep around over the years, long ago it had been a rather different room painted depicting some of her favorite memories of driving off idiotic summoner's but after her time on the Lookout she had become less fond of those memories and had painted over them and reshaped the room as a standing memory of her time there as the longer she remained in here the more it began to feel unlikely she would ever be free.

[Kurosanai Muzai]

The blue minx of a buxom beauty spoke with a voice that echoed around the chamber. She was everywhere and yet nowhere. This was truly a very strange dream. Kurosanai had no idea what he had eaten that would cause such strange dreams. It could have been that weird spaceport vending machine seafood he had that he was pretty sure should not have had a weird blue fuzzy coating to it or maybe it was just that Twinkie that seemingly harmless street vendor gave him. I mean the street vendor was only twitching and foaming at the mouth a little bit, couldn’t have been that bad could it? Oh crap, what if Kuro fell into a coma and is never going to wake up?! Oh god what have I done?! Wait…breathe…you are the narrator you control what Kurosanai does to a degree. Now what you need to do is focus and to stop breaking the fourth wall, it is doing nothing but fray at your nerves. A deep breath in could be heard throughout the plane the narrator was sitting in before a long exhale followed. Ah…I feel much better. Now back to the story!

The woman reappeared in front of Kurosanai once again barely shrouding the parts that he so desperately wanted to see by smoke. It was really starting to get on the young man’s nerves. Why could he not have a sexy dream if he wanted to?! "See, no running I just needed a moment to freshen up a touch." The woman said. There was something off about her when she returned, yet he could not put his finger on exactly what it was. Then in a flash epiphany he realized that her once messy jet black hair was now tidily down up in a braid that reach the center of her back. At this sight the prodigy of the Muzai smiled. His mind was doing everything right for him at the current moment.

“You know I have to say. I like the braid much more…you see gives me something to…tug on when a little extra force is needed.” Kurosanai said in a very obvious tone to what he was implying. It was his dream why would he have to hid what his obvious intentions were.

"Perhaps it is time we move elsewhere, perhaps this room encourages certain thoughts just a bit too much." The woman said in that ever so seducing voice of hers before a wink. It was then that a drastic change began to occur. The room around Kurosanai seemed to turn into gel and began to morph into something brand new. Gone was the scene from the Disney classic Aladdin, great movie by the way. If you haven’t seen it then you are a communist. The room instead began to turn into something that resembled a room an open air platform. He didn’t recognize the buildings since they were quite unique and would be hard to miss. The buildings seemed to be real enough but strangely the sky did not form like it normally would. Instead it was as if a five year old had painted the ceiling of a dome blue. His mind should have done a better job of that, he would have to make note of staring into the sky more. Kurosanai would take a couple steps back as his eyes took in all of his surroundings as best as he can.

“I have to say I did not expect for that to happen…” Kurosanai mumbled to himself. Maybe this dream was going to become a lot more interesting now. A thought then dawned on the young Muzai. The woman had transported him into an open space area with nothing to hide the two of them. That shit eating smug smile crawled across his face once again and Kuro began to speak. “So we are going to play in this little area. I understand…the bedroom can become boring and drab. Something wide out in the open like this gets the blood pumping much better.” As he spoke those words he would start to actively walk towards the blue woman. It was time to have some fun in this dream instead of being teased the entire time.

[Delashano]

"You have quite the dirty mind don't you?" Jenn said with a laugh as her guest made a comment on her new look, this construct was certainly far more direct with it's advances than others had been, it was certainly not the first time one had made an attempt such as this but damn was this one not just persistent but in fact a bit pushy! It was rather amusing for the most part and overall there wasn't much harm in it the construct posed her no actual threat as she ultimately had the final say on what would go on in her lamp, if she wanted it gone then it would be gone. But for now it was play time, the scene transition appeared to have little effect on her new 'friend' he took a moment to inpect their surroundings even giving her magnificent ceasing an almost distasteful look. THAT certainly hadn't won him any points, really the only thing that would save her guest from her wrath now would perhaps be a calming on the pushiness end, she almost regretted playing into the whole dream and master thing. She had been certain he would have freaked out when she turned everything on him and revealed that SHE was the one in charge but evidently that just had not been processed quite yet. Oh well.

The triumphant return of her guests lecherous grin ellicited a roll of the eyes from Jenn as she kept pace with stepping away from him as he approached "My my you just don't learn do you? I warned you, this isn't your dream. It's a nightmare and until you cool your heels things are going to start to turn a little Topsy-turvey on you." Jenn said with a smirk of her own upon finding less and less overall space behind her to fall back on Jenn took to the sky and with a swirl she was consumed by smoke again only to quickly reappear back in the center of the room. With so little actual threat posed by her guest Jenn was more than willing to put a bit of showmanship into her work she began whipping her arms around drawing the smoke from around herself closer into herself. Deciding how to get things started had been simple enough, a test to see exactly how persistent her guest might be. Would he be so willing to get 'down to business' if it was he who would be on the receiving end of things?

The process of what she intended to accomplish was child's play with the amount of power she had at her disposal in the ring, at present she was summoning forth a massive wave of her magic, condensing it into the visual form of her smoke the trick behind what she was going to do was figuring out how exactly to accomplish it on a target that wasn't actually herself, she'd long since mastered what she knew of shifting, this however was new territory but with enough power ANYTHING was possible. Finally with more than double the raw magical energy neeeded to accomplish her aim gathered Jenn unleashed it all in a massive tidal wave of smoke, a wave that would roll over the entire room consuming Jenn and her guest alike. It would take a few moments for the smoke to disperse and once the cloud-wave was gone Jenn's guest would find that the room had not changed, that everything SEEMED normal except of course for Jenn herself, or perhaps as it was now more appropriate HIMself, as Jenn now took on the form of what one could make a reasonable guess to be a male version of herself much like his female counterpart Man!Jenn was garbed in nothing more than a few wisps of smoke and a vicious grin.

This however was not the only change, Jenn's guest would very soon notice that something was not quite right with himself and upon quick inspection of 'him'self Jenn's guest would find that the more appropriate pronoun would be 'herself' complete with a proper re-tailoring of the clothing Jenn's guest was utterly transformed into a near-perfect representation of a female version of himself complete with feminine voice. "Huh, not bad. You're actually rather cute now." Jenn said with a grin as 'he' did everything in 'his' power to keep a more or less straight face. With any luck this would cool her guests heels a bit, and if not well then perhaps slightly more drastic measures would be necessary.

[Kurosanai Muzai]

The little minx continued to float away as if only to infuriate the young Muzai even more. His patience was really starting to wear thin he wanted what he came for and that was to have as much fun as he could out of this little dream. The blue woman though seemed to become more and more elusive with each passing second. Something that was strange to Kurosanai. It was his dream, he understood being teasy but this seemed to be taking it to an entirely another level. On top of that she continued to mention something about that this wasn’t a dream but rather a nightmare. This confused the young Muzai even more than he already was. The young prodigy of the Muzai would continue to march towards the buxom beauty until she was at the edge of whatever platform they were standing on. As soon as she hit the edge her body dispersed into a cloud of smoke, drifted upwards and then landed in the center of the room again. That was quite a handy habit, if he didn’t know anybody the woman must have been a genie.

As the blue buxom beauty stood there something strange was happening. She had brought her hands in front of her and began to summon more and more smoke. Kurosanai stood there with a puzzled look. The energy in the air seemed to be building but it was not like normal energy, there was something about this energy that felt different. The hair on his arms seemed to stand up arms; I know how can his hair stand up on his arms if they are completely covered by bandages. Think of it this way, you know the feeling you get when you get goose bumps? It is that feeling. Now moving on…Kurosanai without realizing it let his feet slide a little bit on the ground in order to get into a more defensive stance out of pure habit.

Once the cloud of smoke had grown to a large enough size it was sent flying towards Kurosanai. In seconds he was completely surrounded by smoke. In this cloud he felt the energy that resided in it seemed to strike at the young man sending tingling at each spot the energy struck. But just as quickly as the smoke had surrounded Kurosanai it dissipated leaving him standing in the middle of the opening space again. At first he didn’t think anything of it but then came the comment from the woman. "Huh, not bad. You're actually rather cute now." This confused Kuro greatly, what had she done. It was in that moment that he noticed that his clothes were much snugger than he remembered.

His eyes drifted down and were immediately greeted by two fairly large breasts. Kuro could not believe what was going on. His hands drifted down his sides feeling his newly brandished curves, his new firm fabulous butt and briefly went to his crotch only to notice that there was something noticeably missing. Kuro was no longer a man but a female. Her hair was roughly about the same length and she took a moment to take in fully what was going on.

“God damn I am hot!” Kuro stated loudly. Instantly her hands went to her chest and began to play with the two newly placed lovely globes. They bounced in her hands as she laughed ecstatically. “I have always wondered what this would feel like!” Kurosanai laughed. “I see what you wanted now. You could have just said it, you prefer females to males. That is perfectly fine. In fact it is a little hotter.” The laughter was cut short when Kuro turned back to see that the mysterious woman was in fact now a male. “You see that I am not into. I am going to be the dominant one here…nothing is going inside of me. You can keep dreaming.”

[Delashano]

Watching her guests reaction to 'her' transformation was incredibly amusing and Jenn had been quite excited to see just how frustraited or annoyed her work would make 'her' this was of course all ruined with the sudden almost joyous declaration of how 'hot' her guest thought 'she' was Jenn's jaw nearly dropped in amazement over how well her guest was taking to the transformation that was NOT the reaction she had wanted nor expected and almost certainly spelled trouble unless her guest was satisfied with simply inspecting 'her' new form, Jenn however got a quick answer to wether that would be the case as her guests attention shifted from 'herself' to Jenn. Jenn felt her cheeks heat up at the implication made by her guest and began sputtering protests to the contrary, she could certainly appreciate the looks of another woman and would occasionally have a bit of fun with simple flirting but she'd never found real attraction to another woman and certainly not THIS one, cute as 'she' was now the pushy nature was not what Jenn was interested in.

Jenn found significant relief as her guest finally realized that she had transformed herself as well and where once her guest had been quite eager to continue NOW that Jenn had also swapped 'equipment' things had changed. Perhaps now she could get things back under some semblance of control sure it would mean needing to maintain this form or at least some sort of male form but overall that was a fair price to pay to not have her pushy guest hounding her "Unfortunately for you I've got no plans to change back anytime soon. In fact I quite like this new form. Maybe now you'll take some time to cool you're heels. Trust me when I say that this is the least of what I am capable of. I would not advise pushing me any further." Jenn said drawing up a rather smug grin as she crossed her arms over her now flat chest as smoke enveloped her body and formed her normal outfit though reworked for her now masculine physic.

Jenn was curious how exactly things would proceed she'd been so focused on not letting the construct get too grabby with her that she had forgotten that banishing it would have just been much easier she could even do it now just destroy it and be done with this whole mess but Jenn found herself curious over what it's next actions would be, it had shown a distaste for being on the recieving end and with any luck that was a blanketed disinterest in the male gender, if not and things proceeeded perhaps it would be time to dismiss it, things had been a bit fun in the beginning with the constructs amusing if not perverted actions but NOW it was just infuriating and distasteful, perhaps he would have a better attitude and be mroe enjoyable to be around if faced with something he had no interest in. "So, are we done?"

[Kurosanai Muzai]

"So, are we done?" The woman turned man asked. Kurosanai looked up at the woman turned man and was not entirely sure how to react. The man could turn around and try to make the exact same moves on Kuro that ‘he’ had tried on ‘her’ but judging by the tone Kuro highly doubted that was the plan. Rather this was supposed to be some kind of way to get the dream back on track by his subconscious. Maybe it was because he had never experienced anything like that before and as such it was trying to find some way out of what he was demanded. The problem was Kurosanai was not about to give in. He had been presented with a golden opportunity to get what he literally was dreaming about. A beautiful woman that listened to any little perverted demand he made, what guy what not appreciate that? Go ahead I dare you think of one. And you can’t use priests or gay guys as way to win this argument. Go ahead I will wait a moment. That is what I thought, you can’t.

Anyways back to the story at hand. Kuro stared down at her feet. God it is strange to say her instead of him that is going to have to get fixed after the novelty wears off. In the meantime the prodigy of the Muzai decided that she was going to take advantage of the situation and prove that his dream was only helping his argument.

“Are we done? Are we done?” Kurosanai asked in a mocking manner. “We are done when I say we are done. This is my dream and we are going to do as I say. So first thing is first change back to the beautiful woman you were before. But this time you have to up the stakes. None of what you looked like before. No this time you have to make yourself look more like this. I mean look at me! I have the perfect rack,” Kurosanai stated as her hands went to her chest and bounced the new adorned gifts. “These curves are exactly what guys drool over and this ass, what can I say about it? It is perfectly shaped and incredibly firm, you could bounce a quarter off this ass!” Kurosanai said aloud with excitement as the prodigy of the Muzai slapped her own ass to further drive home the statement. “Compared to what you looked like I am a ten opposed to your seven.” Kurosanai quipped with a smug smile.

This was his dream and he wanted more than what was being shown. In fact he was rather disappointed with what his mind was giving him right now. He expected not just one woman but a plethora of women that were ready to jump on him ready to please him to every single desire he may have. It was about time this dream started getting it right. “Hurry up. Chop chop. I command you to change back to the form that you were in except even hotter!”