Chapter 9: Lacy’s Dungeon

The minutes ticked away slowly until the final bell sounded and released George and his Genie from its academic clutches. He stopped at his locker to drop off some books, and, as expected, there was a new yellow sticky note on his door that read, “Eww!” George had meant for this to be quick. However, he suddenly noticed how sloppy his only personal space in the entire school was. Some old, unwashed gym clothes sat in a heap at the bottom, on top of which was a broken binder with loose papers spilling out. A relic of a former beating he’d taken the first day of school. He hadn’t bothered to clean it up then, and it was still there almost a month later. Then, there were the sticky notes lining the walls, each with a unique insult written on them. He kept his books on the top shelf but rarely used them since he wasn’t planning on graduating. The whole thing smelled of moldy gym socks, which didn’t ingratiate him with his neighbors.

After surveying the scene and swallowing his shame, George finally decided it was time for a change. So he gathered the old clothes, the broken binder, and the sticky notes and disposed of them in a nearby garbage can. When he returned, a sparkly pink air freshener shaped like the silhouette of a suspiciously Genie-like woman in a suggestive pose was hanging from a coat hook. It replaced the musty smell with that of a freshly baked pumpkin pie, one of his favorite scents. It was now immaculately clean, without so much as a single speck of dust anywhere, and was capped off by the most safe-for-work picture they’d taken at lunchtime, stuck inside the locker door. In just a few minutes, an unpleasant reminder of his old life had been remade into something useful and cozy. It was more cathartic than he thought it might be.

Satisfied, he said, “That’s so much better. Thanks, Genie.”

“Anytime, Master,” she chirped. “Maybe next time we can expand it a bit, add a nice plant, some lighting, a hot tub...” she trailed off as her imagination ran wild.

“World’s smallest hot tub,” George smirked.

“Hey, if I can fit a universe inside my vessel, I can fit a hot tub inside a locker.”

George closed up his locker and began navigating the crowded hallways of Stafford Regional toward the athletic fields. As he avoided eye contact with a few classmates, offering him an unprompted high-five, he asked, “It seems like you can do a lot of stuff. Don’t I need a sexy wish for something like that?”

“If it’s just for you and me, I can do pretty much anything. I mean, I am a cosmic being, after all. If I want to make an extra-dimensional space inside your locker that only you and I can perceive, who’s gonna stop me? But if I want to change certain aspects of reality, like other people, societies, fundamental forces, I need a wish for that, and even then, I can only make it spicy.”

George couldn’t even pretend to understand what she meant. “That sounds ... complicated. Do you ever get frustrated with all those restrictions?”

“Nah! I don’t even think about it. It’s automatic, like our bond. Protecting us, keeping my powers hidden, empowering you; it’s all as natural to me as masturbating.”

“But you still need me for some reason?”

She sighed dramatically and said, “It’s true, I can’t do anything cool without a Master. Raw, unfettered magic is incredibly powerful, and you can do just about anything with it, but it’s innately destructive. Unchecked, magic obliterates anything it touches.”

“Whoa...” he said, not expecting to have his mind blown.

“Yeah, heavy stuff. But no worries, Master. Magic is also naturally submissive. If told what to do by someone with a strong desire, magic is as docile as a golden retriever puppy. That’s what the vessel does. It ... Well, it restrains me. You’re my tether to reality, keeping me focused and helpful rather than just a destroyer of worlds. And that means I get to hang out with you and have hopes and dreams and stuff. Like, putting a hot tub in your locker.”

“Truly a worthy endeavor for a being with infinite cosmic power.,” he joked.

“Indeed! The curse notwithstanding, of course.”

“Of course.” As he exited the school, George’s mind was awash with questions, and he asked, “So if you can just, like, create things, could you magic me up some money? Like a fat stack of cash?”

“Probably. The problem is there isn’t anything innately sexy about it. It’s just a means to an end, and I’m more of an ‘ends’ kinda girl. So I couldn’t just give you a pile of gold coins, but if you get creative with some wishes, maybe some fat stacks will accumulate on their own.”

“Ah, so ... you’re saying I could make money indirectly from a wish then? Like ... making a porn site or something?”

She gasped, “Master! Are you insinuating that I should use my incredible abilities of reality manipulation to create something as basic as a website dedicated to sexual gratification? Why, that would be preposterous! I don’t ... I can’t even...” She groaned melodramatically, and said with faux reluctance, “Alright, twist my arm. I’ll make you a money-printing porn site for the ages, I guess!”

George couldn’t help but chuckle. But then he remembered where he was headed and sobered himself while he marched briskly across the various athletic fields to the football stadium. Shoemaker Stadium had become Stafford’s claim to fame since it was finished five years prior. Named for one of the lost princesses, It was a state-of-the-art facility, with enough seating to easily accommodate over ten thousand spectators. Aside from hosting the school’s football, track and field, and soccer events, it was occasionally used as a neutral site for minor league contests and commandeered as a fairground. No other high schools within several states had a stadium close to the grandeur afforded to the Stafford Dragons.

The equipment shed was nestled on the far side of the stadium from the school, amongst other outbuildings like concessions and restrooms. However, calling it a shed was misleading since it was large enough to be considered a warehouse. It was two stories tall, with large barn doors swathed in the school’s colors of purple and black. George worried he might be early since the team had yet to arrive. But when he tried the entrance at the side of the building, it caught on the jamb and wobbled loudly, but it opened easily enough.

The Genie stopped him before he walked in. “I thought you might like to know that I’m preventing the cameras and stuff from detecting us inside. So don’t worry about being watched.”

He cringed. Of course, there would be security. Though he wasn’t trespassing per se, he wasn’t going there for any school-sanctioned activity. “Are you doing that? Or is that just automatic?”

“All me, baby. I’m removing you from the footage frame by frame. Takes a bit of doing, but it’s no big, I gotchu.”

Natural light poured in through large upstairs windows, highlighting the dust in the air and dimly illuminating a maze of equipment from every sport hosted by Stafford Regional. There were hurdles fully assembled and arranged in tight rows, huge cloth buckets filled with extra balls, piles of field markers of all kinds, field hockey and lacrosse sticks, baseball bats, and other accouterments packed in tightly from wall to wall. Navigating its twisting corridors of sports gear might have been daunting, but one of the paths lacked any dust or debris and was clearly more well-traveled. George followed it to the back of the building.

“So ... two questions,” Genie began. “First, how are we gonna do this? Second, how long do you think it will take for you two to touch butts?”

“To answer both of your questions, no fucking clue,” he said while ducking under a balance beam, “I wanted to appeal to her better nature. I mean, if she finds out someone’s in danger, then, of course, she’d want to help, right?”

“Oh, you sweet, sappy honey-baby,” she said sarcastically. “Master, this isn’t Farah we’re dealing with here. From what I can tell, Lacy’s more of a survivor than a bleeding heart. And if she’s as wound up in the coach’s web as we think, she may be too scared to go against him. So unless we make it worth her while, I doubt she’ll want to help us.”

“Well ... I’m winging it, then. Unless you have any advice.”

“Hmm,” she thought, “stop for a second. Quick huddle.”

George stopped next to a palette stacked high with Stafford Regional t-shirts. The Genie appeared next to him in a puff of pink smoke, dressed in a porned-up version of the school’s cheerleading uniform with her hair in a fluffy ponytail.

“Gimmee the D!” she squealed. Then, she shimmied into a cute pose and shook her pompoms. Her bodacious body pushed the limits of the sexy outfit, her modesty not a priority.

George smiled. Her infectious exuberance calmed his nerves somewhat, and she was always so easy on the eyes.

“Bring it in, Master.” She put an arm on his shoulder and pulled him down, making him bend to her height. Then, a series of nearly identical Genies poofed into being and joined the huddle until the circle was closed. Each had a uniquely colored shock of hair streaking down one side of their face, making it easier to tell them apart. George was now surrounded by an entire squad of Genie cheerleaders, each as sexy as the other.

The original to his left spoke first. “Okay, this one’s gonna be a tough nut to crack.” The Genie with a red streak in her hair to his right continued, “But, lucky for us, you’ve got the perfect tool for the job.” Then Green asked, “Can you guess what it is?”

He felt the answer was obvious, and he cocked his eyebrow. “It’s my dick. You’re talking about my dick, aren’t you?”

They each giggled a little differently. The original said, “I can guarantee you have the biggest nutcracker she’s ever seen.” “And it just so happens that our girl is something of a size queen,” said Yellow.

George did his best to act like this was normal and asked, “So, you think I should fuck the information out of her?”

“Yes,” they all said in unison. “And no,” said Black, “she’s used to having boys wrapped around her finger. They bore her.” Blue continued, “But if you can resist her advances at first and ignore her taunts, she’ll start to realize you aren’t like those other boys.” Red finished, “You’re not a cheap thrill. You’re a man who can satisfy her. A man she can respect.”

“So, you’re saying, act like bitches ain’t shit, and she’ll open up to me? I don’t know, Genie. She’s been walking all over me for years. I don’t think I’m gonna turn that around with one conversation.”

Silver spoke next. “But, don’t forget, she’s no longer under the curse’s effects. She’ll see you as you are without any outside influence.” Back to the original, “Well, except for mine.” The rest giggled. “Plus, you’re on her team now, and it’s her job to take care of her teammates’ needs.” Green added, “She may not like it, but she knows why she’s here. If you flip that around and make it worth her while somehow...” “She’ll turn on her Coach,” said Black.

“That’s a huge if, girls. What if it backfires, and Lacy decides to take this back to Veiss? That might just endanger Piper more.”

The Genies traded glances among each other, then shifted their focus back to him. Finally, Pink, who’d been mostly silent until then, said, “You can make a wish.”

Of course. George could always just wish that Lacy fall in love with him. Then she’d tell him anything he wanted to know, do anything he wanted her to do. But that was precisely the kind of boundary he couldn’t cross. It would be like raping her mind, even if only temporarily.

Then again, wouldn’t he be justified if it helped him save another? And if the worst happened, and Piper died because of his inaction, wouldn’t that be just as wrong, if not more? George wasn’t sure, but he wouldn’t let Piper suffer because of some abstract moral quandary. Making a wish like that was akin to dropping a nuke; he’d do it, but only if he had to.

“Alright ... Last resort,” he said firmly.

“Try not to worry, Master. The art of seduction happens to be one of my specialties,” said Red with a wink. Then, Green said, “I’ll be there to guide you if you need it. Just remember to be yourself.” Silver added, “She’s never met anyone like you, George. Not the real you.” Finally, Pink said, “She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s about to hit the jackpot. You’re gonna be the best thing that’s ever happened to her.”

“I don’t know about that,” said George. However, he liked the sound of it. “Alright, I think I’m ready.”

One of the Genies put her hand in the middle, and the rest followed. Then, they all looked at George expectantly.

George rolled his eyes but put his hand on top, saying, “So much cringe.”

“Bitches ain’t shit, on three!” ordered the original. “One, two, three!”

“Bitches ain’t shit!” they shouted as one.

With that, George’s merry band of magical cheerleaders turned to smoke and melded into one being. His companion stood before him, looking as ravishing as always, and regarded him proudly. “By the way, I took the liberty of changing your clothes. You need something that shows off the goods.” She snapped her delicate fingers, and an ornately decorated full-length mirror framed in solid gold and laced with silver filigree poofed into existence. Then, a spotlight shined down on him from no apparent source, giving George a view of his new duds.

The hoodie, t-shirt, and jeans combo, his go-to for everyday casual, were replaced with expensive-looking workout attire. The charcoal black compression tank hugged his torso like a second skin but left his arms bare. Below that, he wore silky, loose-fitting gray shorts that hung low on his hips. There was no underwear, so the material draped around his dangling cock, giving him tiny brushes of pleasure with every move. On his feet were comfortable, stylish running shoes that lacked any branding.

The Genie broke him out of his thoughts when she started rubbing his cock through his shorts. “Don’t mind me. I’m just putting on the finishing touches.” She smiled at him through the mirror as her fingers wrapped around him with the soft fabric and gently stroked him a few times. But she stopped quickly, leaving him only partially erect and his manhood more pronounced. “There. That should catch her attention. And I’ll keep you from getting harder than this until it’s time.”

George still needed to get used to seeing his new appearance. And wearing clothes he’d thought he’d never fit into, let alone look good in, took a moment to process. He examined his reflection, expecting it to talk to him like it was somebody else, but it mirrored him as it should. He flexed some more, and his new body obeyed his every command. The strength and power flowing through his blood felt exhilarating yet unfamiliar, like learning to handle a new car.

But even after all the changes to his body, the one thing that stood out to him the most was the white streak of hair that ran from the middle of his hairline to about halfway across his scalp. Everything else he disliked about his appearance had changed, but not this singular detail.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

He flexed the muscles in his arms, chest, and shoulders, making the flesh bulge and tighten. “No, I like it. It’s just ... why didn’t you fix my hair?”

Perplexed, she asked, “What do you mean? You have great hair, Master. Very full and shiny.”

“But what about...” he pointed to his perceived deformity.

“Oh, that? What’s wrong with it? I think it looks cool.” She reached up to run her fingers through it, and George instinctively pulled away from her. The Genie winced, “Oooh, sorry, I didn’t realize...”

George fought the growing unease in the pit of his stomach. “Could you, maybe ... make it look like the rest of my hair?”

She gave him a gentle smile and said, “As you wish.” Then, she waved her hand dramatically across his visage in the mirror. But then, nothing happened.

“What the...” the Genie frowned. She waved her hand back and forth across his face several times while George waited. But no matter how frantically she gestured, the silver shock of hair remained. Finally, she gave up and wrinkled her nose in frustration. “Well, that’s just unfair,” she pouted.

“The curse?” he asked knowingly.

“I guess so. I’m not sure what else it could be.” She looked at him mournfully through the reflection in the mirror and said, “I-I’m sorry, Master.”

Eager to change the subject, George gently squeezed her hand and said, “It’s okay. Let’s go see Lacy.”

Continuing through the maze, he eventually came to the back corner of the building, where a makeshift room had been constructed. Some old scaffolding was used as a frame, with a plywood ceiling. The walls were made from chain-link fencing, with faded blue gym mats propped up against them from the inside. It was currently the only source of artificial light in the shed, glowing through the many holes in the shoddy structure in tiny beams.

As he got closer, Lacy’s voice came from within. “I’m in here, doofus,” she called to him, not bothering to hide her disdain.

He found the opening created by a breach in the fence, summoned his courage, and squeezed through. Inside was an old high jump mat covered in pillows and blankets, more gym mats lining the floor, and a pharmaceutical cabinet tucked in the corner. Hanging from the sagging ceiling were strings of white Christmas lights that drooped like icicles, making the space feel like a big, cozy pillow fort.

Lacy was lying on her stomach in the middle of the big squishy mat, watching something on her phone. She was facing away from him, giving George a decent look at her thick athletic thighs and calves clad in gray knee-high socks, kicking up into the air behind her.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, sounding nonchalant and uninterested. “Condoms are on the shelf over there. Get your dick ready, and I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Her confidence and poise were intimidating. George looked briefly at the cabinet and had to stop himself from obeying. Then, bringing his attention back to her, he said, “I, uh ... I just came to talk.”

“Ugh, I don’t do roleplay,” she said disdainfully.

“She does so,” said the Genie.

George tried again. “Lacy, I’m serious. I really need to talk to you, and not in a sexy way.”

Lacy tossed her phone to the side with a huff. Then, she tucked her knees under her and arched her back in a languid cat-like stretch, effectively showing off her perky ass clad in gray shorts so tight that it looked like they’d been specially designed to separate her cheeks and display them individually. Her well-honed rump was as incredible as his companion’s.

Then, Lacy sat up and stretched her arms over her head, letting George watch her back muscles flex in contrast to the flare of her hips. She turned, scooted to the edge of the mat, and posed, giving George a moment to bask in her glory. Instead of her chili-sodden school clothes, Lacy wore a purple and black sports bra that smooshed her big breasts close to her chest. George was impressed by the definition of her muscles, especially her abs. Her long platinum blonde hair was split into a double French braid, probably because of how many times she had to wash it.

Whatever plan George might have had going into her lair was quickly forgotten. Of course, he’d always known that Lacy was hot. But he didn’t realize just how smolderingly gorgeous she was until then. It was common knowledge that she’d had some work done over the summer, and it showed in her plump lips and huge, firm tits. She had her hands behind her on the mat with her back arched, making their perfectly round shape and hard nipples even more prominent.

Though she had clearly intended for George to stare, Lacy grimaced when she caught him leering. “Well ... here we are,” she said.

“Stay calm, Master. You’re here for Piper, remember?” his companion said.

Upon hearing her name, George snapped out of his lustful thoughts. “Nice to see you too, Lacy,” he forced himself to say.

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him disapprovingly. “I bet you think this is really funny, huh? Yesterday, we were enemies. Today, we’re teammates. And you get to have me until practice is over.” Then she smirked and said, “This must be a dream come true.”

George knew if he let Lacy walk all over him like she always had, he’d never find out anything useful. So he stood straighter and said, “I’m not laughing. And we aren’t enemies. Honestly, I don’t want to be here anymore than you do.”

“Pfft,” she scoffed. “What, too good for this?” She turned around, stood on her toes, and raised her right knee onto the plush mat. Then she reached back to grab one of her plump ass cheeks, spreading them slightly, showing him the outline of her pussy lips through her tight shorts.

“How bout now, big boy?” she cooed with smoldering eyes. “Still wanna be somewhere else?”

“Damn,” gawked the Genie.

Her firm teenage ass might have been irresistible to lesser men. Indeed, if George wasn’t in a hurry, he would definitely have been tempted. He swallowed hard and said, “Alright, you’re hot. I wasn’t trying to insult you. But for real, I’m not here for that.”

Lacy undid her sexy pose and turned around. Her annoyance with him was obvious while she plotted her next move. Then, her face lit up with an idea. “Oh, I get it. You’re more of a boob guy, aren’t you? I’ve seen you stare.” She sauntered forward and ran her hands up her curves and over her breasts. Then, she squeezed them roughly while pinching her nipples through her sports bra. “They’re nice and big, right? I’m a triple D now if you’re curious.” She got closer and pulled the band down to bare her cleavage while she pushed them up and together. Then, with a sexy grin, she said, “Go on, have a feel. Everybody loves tits.”

He didn’t know about everybody, but George certainly did. “They’re very nice, Lacy, but could you please just...”

Undaunted, Lacy crept closer until her breasts were squashed against him and continued, “Oh c’mon, Georgie Boy, haven’t you always wanted a piece of this? Now that you’re a Dragon, you can have me anytime you want.” She turned suddenly and ground her butt against his crotch. Then, she guided his hands to her stomach and over the swell of her tits. George squeezed them softly without thinking, making Lacy adopt a satisfied smirk. “Better get in line, though. I’m in high demand these days.”

George could hardly believe that Lacy Summers, unanimously considered the hottest girl in school, was practically dry-humping him while he had her mouth-watering tits in his hands. If this had been under different circumstances, he might have tried to enjoy himself, though not without the nagging feeling that he was being manipulated. Instead, he grabbed her shoulders and backed away. “Yeah, that’s great and all, but I need your help with something right now.”

“Oh, I can tell,” she said in a cutesy voice. She turned toward him and began sliding her hands down his shoulders and chest. “You’re so tense. Why don’t you let me help you with that? It’s my duty as team manager, after all.” She reached for his cock and squeezed it roughly, then gasped. Surprised by his size, she let her mouth hang open in shock. George watched as she bit her lip longingly, then regained her composure as she began stroking him.

Her experience was evident, and George exhaled sharply as his cock begged to swell further in her hands. Lacy spoke in a husky whisper. “Coach told me to give you extra special service. We have three hours, but I bet you won’t last five minutes.” Lacy put her nose to his neck and sniffed. She looked surprised and purred, “Mmmm. You smell amazing.”

The Genie cut through the tension with her own arousal, her voice quivering. “Um, Master, are you sure we don’t want to rip her clothes off and ravish her? Would that be so bad?”

“I thought you told me to stay calm.”

“You can stay calm if you want, but I’m gonna simp, and you can’t stop me.”

“Traitor,” he grumbled. However, her silliness helped him stay grounded, allowing him to see Lacy’s advances for what they were.

As Lacy began teasing the stretchy waistband of his shorts, George grabbed her wrists and pushed them down to her sides. “I said no, Lacy,” he scolded. “Put your tits away for a minute, and listen to me.” Then, worried that he had angered her, George added, “Um, please?”

Her sultry expression turned nasty on a dime. She yanked her wrists free of his grasp and backed away. “Oh my God, you are so annoying!” she whined. “Fine. What do you want to talk about? You wanna flirt some more? You wanna pretend I’m your sister? Whatever! Just hurry up and fuck me so I can...”

George interrupted her tirade and shouted, “Lacy!”

“What!”

He lowered his voice and pleaded, “I need your help.”

Lacy stopped and was now confused as well as annoyed. George seized his chance to say what he needed to say. “A girl from our class has gone missing, and I have good reason to think Mr. Veiss is behind it. If you know anything, I need you to tell me before something awful happens to her.”

Lacy covered her mouth as the color drained from her face. Her eyes darted about as a sudden realization came to her. Then, frightened, she looked to a spot up and behind him to his right. Her panic told him he was on the right track, so he pressed further.

“You’re the team’s den-mother. You’re at every practice, every game, and probably every meeting. I’m not accusing you, but...”

Lacy lunged forward and put her hand over his mouth to show him. “He’s watching,” she whispered.

“She’s worried about the cameras,” said the Genie. “There’s one pointed at you right now. Doesn’t seem to be working at the moment, though. Too bad.”

Thinking quickly, George said, “It’s okay. I scrambled the surveillance before I came in here, so there won’t be any usable footage of us.”

She was taken aback. “You can do that?” she asked.

George nodded. It was a little true.

Her panic lessened, and she relaxed. “You some kind of dark web, black hat, super-hacker or something?”

“Not exactly,” he said.

Lacy took a deep breath and began pacing back and forth in front of the mat. Though her immediate sense of danger had passed, she still seemed stressed, near sick with worry. It was a side of her that George didn’t think he’d ever see. Eventually, she sat back on the high jump mat, slouching this time instead of posing. She seemed almost like an ordinary young woman rather than a dolled-up sex kitten.

“Ugh ... This has to be the weirdest day of my fucking life,” she muttered. “Look, loser, you don’t know what you’re asking me. I could get in serious trouble for telling you anything. Like dire, life-ruining, dead-in-a-ditch trouble. And no offense, but I wouldn’t help your big stup...” She stopped and scanned him from head to toe. “Were you always that big? Nevermind. I can’t help you. So whatever you think you know, just forget about it. She’s probably just lost or something.”

“Bullshit,” he said firmly. “I’m a moron, and all it took was one conversation with him to know he’s shady. Your teammates had a meeting this morning, and they talked about something that scared the crap out of ‘em. Something about a girl being taken.”

“I get it! Okay? Look, it’s probably not that big a deal. And if it’s Coach, then ... it doesn’t matter. She’ll ... probably turn up. You’re overreacting.”

George folded his arms and frowned. “So that’s it? A girl from our school goes missing, and we should just forget about it. You’re okay with that?”

“Oh god, spare me the guilt trip,” she groaned. “Look, don’t get me wrong, I’m all about the anime protagonist energy you’re showing, but I’m not gonna risk getting on Coach’s bad side because you suddenly decided to grow a pair.”

She was afraid of Veiss, and that was something he could use. “Wow, Lacy. Just ... wow. I always knew you were a bitch, but I didn’t think you were a coward.”

His words struck a nerve. Lacy jumped to her feet and shouted, “Fuck off! You don’t know shit about me! You have no idea what I’ve been through!”

“Oh yeah? Does any of it justify what might happen to Piper if she isn’t found?” He moved closer and made sure he met her furious gaze. “Is your college education worth her life?”

She scowled at him. “How do you know about that?”

“I hear things,” he said dismissively, hoping she wouldn’t pry further. “Tell me, how much are you willing to sacrifice so the illustrious Coach Veiss can have another winning season?”

Lacy’s expression hardened. “Is that what you think this is about? Winning high school football games?” She shook her head and chuckled. “You’re even dumber than I thought.”

“So educate me. Help me, and I can help you.”

“Help me? Pfft! You’re just a weak-ass pussy bitch. How could you possibly help me?”

George pointed to the camera. “You know all that footage Coach has of you? I can make it all disappear.”

She rolled her eyes incredulously. “Okay, Hacker Man. First, I don’t buy that even a little. Second, you hate my guts. And third, so what? They’ll just make more. Are you gonna delete me in the cloud from now until the summer?”