A Genie and Her Mistress (TheProfessor and Sheena-Tiger)

[FutaProfessor]

Darkness…

It was the only thing Allyra had known for almost two hundred years. Once upon a time she had been the most powerful woman in the land - and the most beautiful too. Not that it mattered anymore. She couldn’t even escape this stupid prison that her apprentice had bound her to. And what a prison is was. A lamp that chained her to a pocket dimension she couldn’t escape, unless someone from the outside were to set her free.

Of course, she knew exactly where she was being held. She created the dungeon herself, and knew all of its secrets. She knew about the secret back-entrance through the waterfall, and knew how to avoid all the low-level monsters she had placed here. They would have been more powerful, but at the time of her imprisonment, there was nothing to protect.

Which made it the perfect hiding place.

No one knew where she was, and no one cared. It was out of the way, far from any civilization, and didn’t actually threaten anyone.

But two hundred years of captivity didn’t fill her magic - or her senses. Even within the lamp she could tell when someone wandered in. “YES!” She thought to herself. She would finally be free of this ridiculous prison… as long as the intruder found the lamp where she was being held.

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

Characters

The Mistress

Full Name:	Honeira
Age:	20
Height:	4'11'' / 151 cm
Hair:	red
Eyes:	blue
Other Details:	comes from a land of amazons was on the short end of the genetic roulette for an amazon

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The Genie

Full Name:	Allyra
Age:	200+?
Height:	?'?'' / ??? cm
Hair:	red
Eyes:	yellow
Other Details:	had been the most powerful and beautiful woman in the land was betrayed by her apprentice and bound to a genie lamp

Honeira cursed while she tried to clean herself and her armor. Slime in different colors was clinging to it as did strands of spider web in some other parts. The rumors had talked about unspeakable dangers lurking inside this place but the worst she had encountered had been some spiders who tried to make this labyrinth their home. Not even the traps had been working anymore after the 300 or such years this whole thing should been existing according to what the young redhead could gather in terms of information. Not that she did mind any bit, clearly other adventurers and even monsters who must have lived here had triggered all of them. Some were still working but all the arrows and spears had been shot a long time ago with no one refilling them. All that was left were pesky slimes and insects who must have wandered into this whole thing.

How could she ever live up to her name? Honeira was the name of strong amazons, of heroines of the past and not a short girl like her, barely reaching the shoulders of her sisters, who were considered on the shorter end, only able to wear the armor and weapons of children. At least by the standards of her home, barely in the rest of the world. She could actually find some armor and weapons not only meant for children and training but actual ones, made in her size. At last she had been able to go on an actual adventure, only to be annoyed by how easy everything had been. There was no honor in stomping on a slime or beheading the eight legged kind. It was a necessary thing, nothing else.

But at last, she made it to what must be the last room of this maze since she could spot no more exit, the entrance she entered through aside. The final chamber was an empty, square-shaped space with nothing but dusty walls and floors. In its center stood an ornate glass globe filled with water, atop it hovered an ornate lantern crafted of brass and wood, featuring a carved dragon at its center that looked as if it was about to breath fire from it's detailed maw. It reminded her a lot of oil lamps from the far east, something that made it's round through taverns, in hushed tales of magic and wonder. The rough shape made from brass must be the very same but the wood crafted around it hid most of it's features, turning it into that dragon but Honeira was not fooled. This must be one of these wondrous lamps of legend, a genie lamp. It hardly could be the real deal but if not, which was surely the case, it should cover the costs she had to prepare for this horrible fail of an adventure.

Considering the room was otherwise empty, Honeira expected traps that had not been triggered until now since someone must have had emptied the whole thing and left the lamp alone. The young redhead stepped forward, poking the ground with her two-handed sword but nothing was happening until she stood in front of the globe where water was swirling around, pushed by magic, glowing in a soft blue. A gentle poke of the sword to the globe did produce nothing as did an even softer touch with the very same tip to the lamp. After a long look around, the young woman finally reached her hand out and grabbed the handle, the wooden tail of the dragon, and pulled it away. The moment the lamp was moved the water started to turn from blue to red. The process was slow but Honeira picked up on it at the very second it began. Without thinking another second she quickly turned around and bolted from the empty chamber as the red light grew in intensity while the water turned more and more red. The voice of a young man, warning from ever using the lamp, emanating from the orb once halve of the water had changed color was not reaching Honeira's ears, the young woman was to far away at this point.

Not an hour later, the redhead was finally leaving the maze, stepping back out into fresh air under the evening sun. She had made a little camp and sat down on an old tree which had fallen over some years ago, grabbing something to eat from her backpack. Eating some of the dry sausage and almost as dry bread, she examined the lamp. First only her eyes followed the intricate lines worked into the wood, forming scales and claws... so many details of the dragon. But not long and her fingers wandered along the lines, caressing the warm wood which threw gentle shadows in the slowly descending sun. Honeira was so captivated by the craftsmanship that created the wooden mantle that she missed the first hints of smoke emanating from the maw of the dragon.

 

[FutaProfessor]

Allyra laughed from inside the lamp as the young woman got closer and closer. Her magic could do so little from where she was locked up, other than watch. But she was having a good time with this one.

She watched the young woman approach the chamber where her lamp was locked away. I’m her time here, only two others had ever managed to get this close to her, but that damned warning had always prevented them from actually freeing her.

Not this time.

Her excitement grew as her lamp was ripped from its prison and taken away. The foolish woman didn’t even listen to the warning, she just grabbed the only treasure left and ran. Allyra was about to be free once again. She didn’t have to wait much longer before she felt the pull begin, bringing her back into the real world.

Shortly after Honeira began to rub the lamp, a soft white smoke began to be released. It slowly coalesced on the ground around her body. The smoke grew taller and thicker, forming a column about a foot taller than Honeira herself. Then, with the sound like crashing thunder, the smoke was thrown in every direction in an instant, clearing the whole area of loose dirt, leaves, and sticks. And in the place of the column, stood Allyra.


Her hair was a fiery red, not unlike Honeira’s own, and was braided down to her back. Her skin was perfectly smooth, and adorned with golden cloths that accentuated her curves nicely. Allyra was stunningly beautiful, and stood almost 6ft tall, and wore a confident smile.

After a few moments, she turned to Honeira with that dazzling, almost predatorily smile. She have Honeira a slow bow before speaking.

“You have freed me, my mistress, and now I will grant you the use of my power. I am bound to you for as long as you will it.”

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

Characters

The Mistress

Full Name:	Honeira
Age:	20
Height:	4'11'' / 151 cm
Hair:	red
Eyes:	blue
Other Details:	comes from a land of amazons was on the short end of the genetic roulette for an amazon

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The Genie

Full Name:	Allyra
Age:	200+?
Height:	5'10'' / 178 cm
Hair:	red
Eyes:	yellow
Other Details:	had been the most powerful and beautiful woman in the land was betrayed by her apprentice and bound to a genie lamp

The young redhead was still captivated by the lamp for the first seconds of the smoke escaping but finally her eyes had wandered to the dragon's head and thus the trail of smoke. With a surprised gasp she lets go of the lamp and stood up, stepping away while she is watching, hand on her weapon. What formed from the smoke was not the biggest surprise if one would think about it with a clear head but it was a bit difficult to think about it with the beautiful woman in front of her. Being raised among amazons, she had developed a taste especially for the beauty of other women.

Honeira watched the seemingly young woman bowing at her, calling her mistress, which made the inexperienced young adventurer blush. No one ever had used anything close to a title other than 'little girl' or 'young girl'. "What... what do you mean?" she asked, still catching her breath. The redheads mind was reeling and she managed to put a few things together. The lamp she had already thought being one, was really a genie lamp. The smoke like in legends and not to mention the talk about mistress and power but something was very different from anything she knew. "W..wait... you are a real... genie? One of those granting wishes? But... I... you... as long as I will it? Not... you know... 3 wishes?" the young woman asked, a bit confused. For the moment she was not thinking up any wishes to become rich or something, she was simply wondering if her assumptions were correct. How things would go from there was something for a later time.

 

[FutaProfessor]

Allyra giggled at the woman’s reaction, and decided she was going to play this up a bit. Normally she was much more serious when it came to her master’ and mistress’s wishes, but something about this one made her excited, and in more ways than one.

Not that she intended to be nice, of course. She was still going to get her revenge the the betrayal of her apprentice so long ago, but this time she was going to have some fun too.

Allyra bowed once again, making sure her chest was on full display. “You speak truth.” She said with a smile. “My name is Allyra, a genie of immense power. Simply say the word and your wishes will be granted.” She gestures towards the lamp, now lying on the floor. “Whoever holds that lamp is my master, for as long as they possess it. And now it has fallen into your… beautiful hands.”