By the time it was time for the genie to return, Mark was doing no better. He was even more miserable, in fact. He had a leather sling that kept his two eggs on his back or against his chest. Because he had two eggs now, not just one. The first had hardened somewhat and the center of it had become a visible foetus which was developing fast. And getting much, much better. The other had just been expelled out his vagina so it was much more modest in size. Amphibo couldn't stop gushing about the first egg, claiming that the growth showed that the baby would be big, strong and male.
"A fine, strong son to be," he loved saying. "In spite of your temper, well, you have good blood too. Good job."
He then would slap playfully Mike's buttocks. Much to the former frat boy's huge annoyance. Amphibo also said that the size of the second egg hinted more like the baby inside would develop into a much more slender gillbaby, probably female, all delicate and small, but still very graceful.
"We will call her Willow if it's a girl," ordered the gillman with appreciation at his future offspring.
Amphibo insisted that Mark keep the eggs next to his skin, so that he could bond with his future children.Mark hated his new life. He hah had to learn to cook and keep a hut in a marsh clean, not to mention suffer a "husband" that he had never asked for. And he was supposed to lay eggs and raise fish-babies? Ugh! No thanks!
So when the genie appeared, he was incredibly relieved. Besides, Amphibo had gone fishing for tonight's dinner so he was also enjoying his time without him.
"So? Happy with your married life?" smiled the genie.
Mark glared at him.
"What do you think?" he shouted. "I'm a fucking monster, forced to fuck a fucking monster!"
"Calm down! It WAS your wish, " tempered the genie.
"It was not what I meant and you know it!"
"Hey, the magic flows the way it wants to! I'm just the conduit," countered the genie, which was a blatant lie, yet the genie told herself that humans were foolish to attempt controlling her and seeing her as a mere servant.
"Well, I have one last wish and I'll use it to end this horrible nightmare!" said Mark with outrage.
"Then, wish away," said the genie, her smile getting wider.
Mark knew he could not say what he wanted outright. He now had learned - harshly - that his words could be misinterpreted and lead to disastrous results. He therefore had to think wisely and use as many details to ensure his wish would go exactly the way he wanted. He could not lose his last chance. And the others counted on him too, surely.
Alas for the former frat boys, the gillman and the satyrs were about to enjoy their mates for long, long time still...