Here is a short short (for me anyway) as a continuation of the Djinnee story
line. Now the lamp is out there for anyone to find.  So find it already.  Sheesh!

Tales of Djinnar: The Thief's Story
By Raven
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     The thief that had committed the burglary of Hal's place
huddled in the back alley to analyze his bounty.  He was able to
fence everything except for that damned old, and beat up brass
lamp.

     As he counted the wad of bills that he got from the fence,
he put the lamp to one side.  He pondered, why did I take this
stupid thing in the first place?  It ain't worth nothing!  It just, like
called to me, or something.

     The thief finished counting the bills, shoving them into
his pocket.  He lowered himself into a crouched position beside
the lamp.  

     Idly, he picked up the lamp, inspecting it with a critical
eye.  "Maybe if I shined it up, I can get a few buck for it from
an antique dealer," he voiced aloud.

     The thief shined the dirty lamp with the sleeve of his
jacket.  He was able to get it clean enough so that he could
see his dirty, greasy reflection on the surface.

     Suddenly, the lamp started to vibrate in his hands.

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     Within the lamp Scheherazade was just finishing up
with her taskmaster, the Djinn.  She got up off of her knees,
and began to contract her throat back down to is's normal,
petite dimensions.  She could feel his warm essence heating
her belly.

     Just as she was beginning to speak, Scheherazade
felt herself being summoned by somebody outside the lamp.
She smiled to herself.  She had not been with Hal in some
time!

     Scheherazade felt the familiar sensation of her being
dissolving into a mist, only to drawn elsewhere.

*******************

     Scheherazade materialized in the alley near the thief.  She
had fully expected to be in her former place with Hal, who had taken
her place as Tony.  Upon seeing the repugnant stranger who now
held the lamp, she could only say, "Oh!"

     This was the first time Scheherazade was with a new master.

     As soon as the small, voluptuous, Scheherazade materialized,
the thief blurted out, "Who the hell are you, girly?"

     He smiled an evil smiled with rotten, green teeth.

     She replied as she was compelled to do, "I am Scheherazade.
I am the Djinnee of the lamp Master.  Your wish is my command."

     "Unreal...." uttered the thief.  

Images of what he could do with this gorgeous Djinnee danced across 
his minds' eye.  The thief felt his genitals start to swell with a painful
erection.  He decided to try his first wish.

     "Scheherazade.  I wish you would relieve my hard-on...."

     All the time that she was with Hal/tony, Scheherazade was 
always confronted with precise, carefully worded wishes.  She never
had a chance to share the joy that she had found with anyone, through
an open ended wish.  Until now....

     Once again, Scheherazade felt the rush of power well up 
within her being.  Unlike any other time, she found that she could
mix in an element of her self-magic, making it even more powerful.
She reached up, tugging her right earlobe, whispering softly, "As
you wish, Master."

     The thief felt a tingling in his groin.  Then he felt his penis
began to shrink, and wither.  He felt his organ shrink even further
as the seconds passed, only to be drawn up into him.

     "What the hell?" screamed the thief, as he plunged his hand
down into the front of his pants.  He gasped in horror as his felt
a flatness, broken only by a low pubic mound.  His fingers found
a moisten slit that marked the entrance to a vagina.  The thief
inserted one finger into the slit just to make sure that he wasn't
imagining things.

     The singularly unique sensation of being penetrated told
him all that he needed to know.

     The thief grabbed Scheherazade violently and shook her.
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?"

     She answered back calmly, because she knew that he could
not hurt her physically, "I have done as you asked Master.  I have
relieved your discomfort by taking it away.  You will not have to
suffer such discomfort ever again."

     He released Scheherazade.  "That's not what I meant, and
you know it...."

     Scheherazade raised one eyebrow, striking an alluring pose.
"Master.  I can hardly be blamed for badly worded wishes, which
require my interpretation."

     However, the thief wasn't listening.  Her tantalizing pose only
made the thief want her more.  It was the only thing that he could
concentrate on.  Instead of the familiar feeling of an erection, he now
experienced a wetness grow between his legs, as the vaginal port
prepared for a new function!

     The thief thought he would have to start all over.  "Okay.
Then I wish for you to make me whole again."

     Scheherazade's eyes gleamed with mirth.  She could barely
wait for the power to build to tug her ear.  That is exactly what she 
did.  "Your will is my will, Master!"

     The thief felt the tingling all over his body now.  He felt 
himself begin to shrink, as part of the substance of his body faded
away.  He felt his bones and skin shift, as if it were alive, as it 
assumed a new shape.  Other parts of his body grew substantially.

     "HELP ME.  PLEASE."  He cried out, but his voice had become
a pleasing soprano.  The thief's screams only succeeded in attracting the
attention of a gang which was passing nearby in the alley.

     "Who's there?" a member of the gang yelled back.

     The new voice caught the thief off guard.  Surprised, he released
his grip upon the lamp, as it fell to the ground.  Now that the lamp was
out of the grasp of the thief, Scheherazade felt herself being drawn back 
into the lamp.

     Even as she formed into mist, and began to disappear she
exclaimed, "Fare thee well, Master.  Enjoy your form as I do
mine...."

     And with that she was gone!

*******************

     The thief reached for the lamp as the gang rounded the corner.
In the confusion, he only managed to kick it underneath a dumpster.

     He looked down upon himself only to see his clothes assume
a new form to cover his new shape.  He now looked like a short,
Italian street walker with a killer body, and very big boobs.  She
was wearing stiletto heels, tight leather skirt, and only a halter top!

     The leader of the gang saw her, and said to the rest of the
gang, "Boys.  Boys.  Looky what we have here.  It may be a good
night after all."

     As s/he glanced at the large gang, 25 strong, it dawned
on her the meaning of what the leader said.  She tried to run in
her high heels, but it was too late.  The biggest of the gang members
grabbed her/his slender arm.

     Pain shot up and down her/his arm from his superior
strength.

     The leader smiled, "Where you going.....bitch?"

     He began to unbuckle his pants.  "I'm first.  The rest
of you can have her after that!"

     "NOOOOOOO!" screamed a very terrified, very female
voice.

*******************

     Scheherazade materialized back within the pocket realm
of her lamp, that lies on the boundary between Djinnar and Earth.
The Djinn was waiting for her, patiently.

     Not that she minded.  She was beginning to enjoy his 
company very much.

     "How went thy summoning? He inquired.

     "Very well, my Lord.  I was able to share the joy that
I have found with another!"

     The Djinn had no idea what she meant.

     He changed the subject.  "While thee were away, I thought
of a new game for us to play!"

     The form of the Djinn flowed into that of a very large wolf.
He paced toward her, his erect, lupine penis beginning to emerge
from it's sheath.  Scheherazade new exactly what he wanted.  She
willed her form into that of a much smaller female wolf.

     The male nuzzled the female, as she drank in his strong
musk.  He took off toward the forest, and she followed close to
his heels.

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