Jon stood at the hangout spot, rock in hand, more jittery than he’s been his entire life.
…He might've forgotten how to sleep last night.
Not for lack of trying, of course! He tried to close his eyes more than a few times, but his brain kept coming back to the events of the day before, going over and over the rules and possible ways to subvert them—there weren’t. After he forced himself to accept this two, three, ten, however-many-times, he switched to planning damage control.
He could seal the rock away, but he didn’t know what that meant for Karyn and Sarah. He could try breaking it, but again, there was no telling what the consequences would be. Binding the rock to himself, then? No—that meant binding the others two him permanently, and none of them would want that.
…Then there was the other stuff. The awkward stuff he didn’t want to think about, but still spent most of his time thinking about. Like how pretty and distracting Karyn was. Or how pretty and distracting Sarah was. Or how they suddenly embodied his deeply-buried twin fetish…
Oh.
Oh my.
Karyn really was pretty like this.
Her perfect figure came bouncing from the school gates, the sunlight shining down just so radiantly. “Hey Jon-boy. You’re looking haggard. All good?”
“I, uh…”
Karyn wore a variant of her usual outfit, though this looked a whole lot more… Whimsical? Ethereal? It carried that same divine glow she did. Her favorite sweater was gone; in its place was a long flowy cardigan, same color, but billowing to an unseen wind. Jon didn’t recognize the jeans, either. Light blue and fitting snuggly to her long legs, covered in a feather-like embroidery that seemed to rise and fall as she walked.
And none of that came close to how cute her smile was… She was pretty. Impossibly so. So damn pretty, in fact, Jon almost let his over-caffeinated train of thought stop for a whole second.
Karyn noticed this and gave a bashful grin. “My clothes changed as soon as I put them on. Gotta have the aesthetic of a wish-granting goddess, I guess.”
“No duh… Karyn, you’re stunning.”
“Yup! And I hate it!” She made an effort to pull her cardigan up—only for it to slip back down and leave her shoulders bare. “My mom acted normal, at least. But here? People are being weird, Jon. Literally tripping over each other for me.”
“…I’d imagine,” he said. Then he took a sharp breath, reminding himself this was still Karyn he was talking to. “Maybe we can try to mitigate it. Either wish you into looking normal, or make people more tolerant to it?”
“I’d like that. Could we do it for Sarah, too? I think it’s getting to her head, and I don’t think either of us want that…”
And right on cue, Sarah appeared at the school gates.
She shimmered with the same ethereal glow as Karyn, had features so elegant and perfect it couldn’t have been real, and moved with such a divine grace it was hard to tell if she even touched the ground. Her makeup was immaculate; subtle yet vibrant, with the distinct choice of wine-red lipstick to match her eyes and contrast her waist-length, gold-metallic hair. Her outfit was, of course, also immaculate; an airy sundress that clung to her curves like green on grass, covered in an ever-shifting flower design and pairing wonderfully with her designer heels.
Karyn rolled her eyes. Jon forgot how to close his mouth.
“Well, I’m here. Let’s, like, get this over with.” Sarah gave Jon a pointed glare. “Also, you’re a total asshole for last night.”
Karyn turned to Jon. “What?”
“Oh, uh, right.” Jon scrambled to remember how words worked. “I wished she wouldn’t try to steal the rock anymore—”
“And I, like, orgasmed while I was brushing my teeth!” Sarah spat out.
Karyn giggled.
“Screw you!”
“Screw you.” Karyn shot back. “You fuck with the wishing rock, Jon makes safeguards. Deal with it.”
Sarah let out a “hmph!” and said nothing else.
“So, anyway,” Jon said, in his very best please-stop-fighting voice. “This whole… Thing. It’s not ideal, we want to fix it, and there’s no easy way to fix it. Ideas?”
“Make it so no one else sees the rock,” Karyn said. “Keeping it safe should be our top priority, I think.”
“Or,” Sarah said. “What if you two, just, like, gave it to me? It’s not like you were gonna do anything useful…”
“No.”
“No!”
“I’m serious!” She continued. “What, you turned a branch blue? Made your boobs bigger? That’s lame and boring. But if I had the rock, I would—”
“Sarah,” said Karyn. “This is exactly why you’re not getting the rock.”
Jon nodded. “It’s because we play it safe that we usually avoid things like—”
Sarah snorted. “And you both suck because of it! Who plays it safe with a wishing rock!?
“I do!” Jon nearly shouted. He signed and rubbed his temples. The tiredness and the caffeine was really getting to him. “Look Sarah, I wish I didn’t have to be so careful with my wishes, but here we are—”
Jon’s voice cut off. The rock felt heavy in his hand, and his eyes went wide. Sarah grinned. Karyn let out a frantic, barely-contained squeak.
“G… Grant…!” Karyn bit down. Hard. But that word still tried wrestling though. She slammed her hands to her lips. And the pleasure built. She went red-faced. Dampness built between her thighs.
“You two are terrible at this,” Sarah giggled. “It’s kinda adorable!”
“It’s—probably—okay, Karyn!” Jon said, barely able to keep the worry from his voice. “You can interpret it in a positive way, right?”
“Too v-vague, too many options—Oh… Oooh. A-a-ahhmmn~” Karyn’s voice was flush with heat and pleasure, her body wiggled under some unseen force, and she let out a slow, sensual moan. “I… Can’t… I don’t think… Granted!”
And everything went bright.
