I made me promise to Amelia that we would meet again soon, maybe taking a trip to the forest for some venison. Then, remembering my feet catching on the empty air I tried to step upwards and found it worked. I could walk, even run on the empty air, trailing sparks behind me. My new body wanted me to run and I gave into that urge, falling into an easy gait that would put the greatest human runners to shame. Climbing up and up over the suburbs I spied Aunt Cathy's house, a hideous McMansion my uncle had bought to satisfy his wife's urge to consume in the most vulgar way.
Chased by a buzzing crackling corona I ran above the town, earning a few glances but little surprise. The wish had made them consider this too normal. As I approached Aunty Cathy and Uncle Kevin's house I could see that it was somewhat changed. It was, if anything, bigger and still as tasteless. It must have cost a true fortune to build it and outfit it with the enormous automatic doors and maintain the lush rear yard. In that back yard, I spied Aunt Cathy, and as I descended towards her I made out the sight of an extremely handsome young man with her, and a film crew. I circled overhead and after a moment realized why the extremely high fences were there. Aunt Cathy was filming pornography.
I landed on the roof of their house and stared down at the scene. Had she always done that, or was it a side effect of my wish? Her scene partner was absolutely going to town on her now, standing on a stepstool and just pistoning away, ass jiggling with each thrust into her rump.
"Hey cuz." I heard behind me, and I turned to look. Sara, looking tired, eyes a little bloodshot. She'd been crying. "Hey cuz." I responded. "Sorry to drop in." I was hugely taller than her, and with my wishes had lost all family resemblance but she still stepped out onto the tilted asphalt-covered roof through the window and embraced me tightly.
"Whoa there Sara, is everything okay?" Sara nodded, smiling up at me. "Yeah, just...bullies." Sara and I were both in high school but she was a little younger, and it sounded like having the worlds only sentient talking horse porn star for a mother made that hard for her.
"Ah. Who was it this time?" I asked, releasing the hug and meeting her eyes, "Some dumb bimbo jealous of your grades?"
"Ha. No, it's those St. Clair girls. Amelia Jones' toadies."
I didn't know I could blush with my scales and coat the way they were, but surprises never seemed to cease. "Ah."
Sara looked up at me and seemed to wilt. "Oh James, don't tell me you..."
"No! Not...I mean. I had lunch with her. She's not so bad."
"Not to you! She's a tyrant to everyone else! All us normal people."
I didn't know exactly what to take that as. Normal people. Apparently, the ring had made the world accept us but they still saw us as outliers of some kind. Maybe it had helped make Cathy a more famous performer. I resolved then to do something about it and smiled at Sara, "Would it help if you were more intimidating yourself?"
Sara blinked up at me, "What do you mean?"
I thought about telling her or showing her, but I was enjoying watching the after-effects of my wishes. So instead I wished...