"But first I need to know what you can and cannot do," Mike asked.
Kimmy looked crest fallen. She did not know what Master wanted from her. "What do you mean? I grant you wishes and they happen. It's magic."
"I know it is magic but I need to know what your limits are. Wait! Kimmy, I wish that you knew just what your limits in controlling magic are." Mike said it and Kimmy complied.
She clapped her hands twice for dramatic effect then sneezed. A rush of memory, like a book she had just read flew through her mind. Kimmy realized that she did not actually have to do any specific motions to make the magic work and felt silly. Maybe a simple snap of her fingers would work better.
"Oh, Master. It would seem that I have magic that the Town curse can grant only. I can do physical transformations and mental ones if you phrase it correctly. I can control people's actions or thoughts with the dare portion. But other magic like teleportation, elemental control, weather control and hexes are out. I can only effect people one at a time; so no crowd stuff. And the magic of the Curse trumps my power." Kimmy smiled again. Then shifted a little uncomfortably. The heat from the pizzas were starting make her gold bracelets hot. "Can I put these down?"
"Sorry?" Mike said distracted while he tried to think about what she had just said.
"I'm your magic-wielding slave, Master. Not your table top." Kimmy turned and walked into the dorm leaving Mike to follow after.
"Hey! I thought you were supposed to be my servant?"
"I am. But that doesn't mean I have to be your lackey, maid or whore." Kimmy made her way to the kitchen where she dropped the pizzas on the counter. Hungrily she pulled some slices onto a plate and started eating.
"That doesn't seem right?" Mike said. He slumped into a seat. "I thought you would be ... you know, submissive."
"Hah, you want to talk about rights? I'm the one that is stuck as your magic pet until you give the curse to someone that will change me back. Besides, the TV genie did what she wanted when she wanted. Just be glad that I can only do the wishes you want." Kimmy finished off a slice and started on the next.
"Can you do something about this raggin' stone boner I have?" Mike asked.
Kimmy almost choked in laughter. "No. That was done by the Curse so I can not fix it. Unless you give me the Curse back ..."
"I think I will keep it for now," Mike said.
Three girls walked into the room at that moment. "Hey, it smells good in here," one was saying when all three bumped to a stop seeing the new Kimmy.
Mike was quickest, "Kimmy, please dare these three to stand still and quit until I tell them to do otherwise." Kimmy lifted a finger and the three girls were frozen, each in turn, with their mouths hanging open.
"Kimmy, are you still willing to help me have some fun at their expense?" Mike was being polite now that he knew she was not his mindless slave forever.
"Sure. These girls treat me like their bitch since I'm the newest. You were really luck tonight, Master."
"Don't I know it. Now what to do with them."
Mike circled the three girls taking stock of their bodies. One was petite and wain with brown hair that fell loosely down her neck; Steph she was called when he asked Kimmy. The next was a stunning faux-blond with great muscle tone; a kinesiology student by the name of Sarah. The third was a brown-skinned girl with heavy but flattering curves named Cloe who studied math.
Mike thought about what he wanted to do. Something permanent but not too damaging. He wanted them to go through life and always have a trigger that would bring out this night but not something that would prevent them from going on with their lives. It had to be physical and slightly mental with a common enough trigger but that would be easy to get rid of later. He thought he had an idea for the triggers but what would the change be. Sitting down again he found his stone dick painfully digging into his stomach. He thought of Jen and her anime body. Which reminded him of the another staple of anime fetish: the cat-girl.
"Kimmy, do I have to say 'I wish' every time? No. Great. Alright, let's start with Sarah. Please step forward and take off your top and bra if you have one."