Benefactor 01: First Wish

By Eddie of the Writing Group

---Before Time---

Before people, before planets, before stars and the space they live in,

WAS

the One. And the One created Servants from the Void that was Itself and outside Itself. The One made these Servants diverse. Differences and entities became.

---That Morning---

"I wish I knew what to do." Alone on a beach, she indulged her habit of talking to herself.

The oddly-dressed man suddenly standing opposite her answered, "That is not a wish that I can grant, Andrea."

---That Evening---

She used the drugstore's self-checkout. She saw her own reflection in the glass of the scanner -- tanned skin from all the beach-hiking, black eyes and reddish brown hair. No makeup--she had just come back from the beach! And why was she thinking about makeup, or her own appearance?

She bought soda and lip gloss as camouflage. She still flushed and looked down, making eye contact with nobody. She had never bought sex lube before. She had certainly never bought anything because a self-declared fallen angel advised it!

As she stuffed the lube and the other stuff in her backpack, she realized that she was ... excited. Her nipples were hard and sensitive. A glance down told her that her nipples didn't show through her bra, but they felt huge, as big as her thumb. She slung the pack on over her t-shirt, automatically keeping the straps off her boobs.

Walking to the bus stop felt very ... very stimulating. Her whole pubic area was somehow more alive than usual, reacting to the friction of her panties with little, pleasant tingles. Warm, too. She was walking oddly, the little "zing!" feelings coming every time one thigh passed the other. She wanted to touch ....

---Just After Creation---

The One gave Its Servants tasks. At first, the tasks were simple. As Creation multiplied and convoluted and expanded, the tasks did likewise. Some required more than one of Its Servants to complete, and this required them to communicate with each other. The Servants themselves became complex and possessed of thoughts and drives and memories. They became something a human might recognize as people.

---That Morning---

She had found the mysterious globe mostly buried in the beach sand. At first she thought it was driftglass, but it was a perfect sphere as big as her head, deep green and translucent. Too light to be solid. What was a hollow glass sphere doing on a Connecticut beach? So she asked thin air what to do, and this man was suddenly

there

and answering.

She jumped back with a shriek! She couldn't have missed him. She had just been thinking about how alone she was on this flattish stretch of sand. She unthinkingly raised the ball between them, as if it was a shield.

"Fear not," said the man. He was tall, over 6 feet, well-built without being muscular, looking vaguely Mediterranean--darkish skin, black eyes, hooked nose--and wearing ... a desert-style robe? On a Connecticut beach? And where were his footprints? How had he crossed all that sand with no trace? She wildly looked behind her, and yes, her own footprints were highly visible.

"Do

not

fear, Andrea." And how did he know her name? His deep voice was clearly trying to be reassuring, but it wasn't working. She began to back away, eyes wide.

"I mean you no harm and only good, Andrea." He was standing perfectly still, and now he raised his arms slightly away from his side, fingers open wide, showing that he had no weapons.

"Who are you? How did you just ... how did you get there without me seeing you, and with no footprints? How do you know my

name

?!"

"I will answer a different question first, to save your precious mortal time.

What

I am is a Djinn, what you probably call a Genie."

---That Evening---

She walked to the back of the bus, trying hard to be invisible. Taking off her backpack, she sat down with it on her lap, trying to conceal what felt like her incredibly visible nipples poking through the bra and t-shirt.

Coming on board the bus behind her was a young Latino-looking guy, light-brown skin, long shaggy, curly hair and beard, forward-leaning posture as if he was always about to hug someone--arms forward, bent slightly at the waist. To her astonishment, she felt her pulse speed up. That guy was hot! Did the wish actually work, or was all this power of suggestion?

The woman getting on right now, clearly a suburban housewife in a sun dress. Big butt, big boobs in a high-priced support bra, had some "work" done on her face. And Andrea was hopelessly in lust. She could feel her fingers wanting to stroke those enormous tits, her lips wanting to kiss those inflated lips. No, this had to be supernatural. She'd never lusted after a woman before in her life. Well, not an older woman, anyway. She hugged the backpack tighter.

She realized that she was clamping her legs together and squirming. It felt good.

---Stars Begin---

The One's Servants now having various purposes, they became capable of conflict. Before wisps of gas ignited into the first star, the first arguments and debates blazed!

--That Morning---

Shocked, she blurted out the first thing to come into her head. "You're an angel?!"

The man (or not a man?) gave her controlled, small smile. "I am surprised that you know the tale. The reality of what I am is not to be fully expressed by words, but what you say is not false. I

was

before this world, or its sun, or the very space that it embeds and embodies, existed. The Creator made my kind first, before all things, beings, and entities."

She thought,

Do I believe him? I mean, is a very sneaky weirdo on a beach more believable than a fallen angel being on a beach? Put it that way ...

She said, "What you said before, that you couldn't grant

that

wish--can you, will you grant other wishes?"

Did the smile widen slightly? "You are more clever than most of your kind. Yes. I can, and I will, grant wishes. It is my kind's one amusement, trapped in the welter of stinks and stupidity and shallow sensation that you call 'life'."

Andrea realized that she was cold, despite the heat of the sun, and heard herself breathing fast and hard.

I believe him, on some level. I'm terrified.

"May I ask you questions?" The stories said that making wishes was extremely dangerous. Should she just refuse and walk away?

"I congratulate you, mortal. Merely by thinking of that, you place yourself among the wisest of mortals to encounter my kind. So many yield to impulse. So many of my brothers would betray them."

---That Evening---

Walking home from the bus stop was a new experience, even though Andrea took that walk almost every day. The people she passed ... so many of them were attractive! It was like a different world. She actually got caught staring at that one guy who looked exactly like Tom Holland, unconsciously turning her head to follow him. When he winked at her, she turned away and half-ran to the corner, turning down a side street to get out of his sight.

At home, she did her solitary routine things--changing into "casual wear" (sweat pants), cooking dinner, cleaning her little studio apartment. After that, she sat down to relax for a while before tackling her classwork. The TV was showing ... some show she had never seen before, one that involved someone who looked like Tom Holland, being seduced by a very aggressive older woman with huge bazongas, and not resisting much at all, and it was exciting. She had never been this horny about any movie, ever.

The lube was sitting right there next to her chair.

---Before Earth's Creation---

The single substance that was the Beginning spread and cooled and became particles and atoms and stars, molecules and planets, galaxies and clouds of aloof neutrinos. As the physical transformed, diversified from unity to particularity, the same happened among the One's Servants. As Below, so Above. So argument between angels led to faction and fission.

---That Morning---

Well, he's certainly condescending enough to be a supernatural being."

So, is that a yes?"

For the first time, a look of surprise from the man? angel? before her. "Pert. Yes, I will answer questions. I do not promise to answer all questions, child."

"Are you an angel? Legendary djinn are rebellious angels."

That slight look of surprise on his face again. "Yes." He paused for long enough to make her think he was finished, then, "I was one of the Creator's Servants, making this universe by Its command. I shaped this planet, over the course of eons, to be the home of your kind. Now, I am bound to matter--bound to

be

matter--by the Creator's will, and bound further by the power and knowledge of Solomon son of David, shaper of the sphere you hold."

This thing was made by King Solomon?

She looked at the green ball. Examined this closely, she could see glyphs in the translucent glass (or was it glass?). Hebrew letters?

"Can you advise me about the wish? Wishes? I don't want one of the things from the stories, where I wish for wealth and hundreds of other people are suddenly poor so I can have their money, or something."

Surprised respect on that so-human-seeming face. "Your concern is for the welfare of others, not your own. Yes, I can advise you, since you are wise enough to request it."

---That Evening---

She had never really formed a habit of masturbation. She had tried it, but it rarely brought her any satisfaction. Now, she felt desire more strongly than ever before, but she didn't know what to do with it. Why had he told her to buy lube--surely that was for making a man's penis slippery? She didn't have a man, or even a dildo.

---The Origin of Life---

Angels became less like each other, and came to like each other less. When life began on the lumps of particles that orbited the larger, glowing lumps, angels learned from the creatures of those planets the concept of "fighting", but did not apply it to themselves. Yet.

---That Morning---

Andrea waited. After a moment, he actually smiled. "Letting me speak, not preemptively interrupting with foolish questions?"

"Well, you certainly have more experience in this situation than I do, um, what should I call you? Angel? Sir? Prisoner of the sphere?"

"And your first real question is wise and courteous. I am impressed. You may call me 'Haanish', if you will. You expect angels to be named in Hebrew, I think, and Haanish means 'punished', which I have been and am being."

---That Evening---

Should I ... I don't know what to do! I've never been this turned on. Is this how other people feel all the time?

She looked at the TV, where the TV-13 movie had cut to commercial while the Holland-lookalike had sex.

My package includes on-demand adult video.

She picked up the remote.

There was a video right at the top of the listing:

Self-Pleasure for Ladies.

She realized that her left hand was on her groin, rubbing herself through the sweat pants.

---Humans Appear---

Then, on one of the uncounted trillions of planets, orbiting a very average whitish star in a spiral arm, a creature arose with speech, and thought, and tools, and fire.

---That Evening---

Karla Kalb, the sex educator in the movie (or was she a porn star?) was about 40, looking just as German as her name--pale skin, blue-green eyes, hair bleached to almost white. She had large breasts that sagged quite naturally when she took off her top. And she had the most amazing smile. It was very clear that she was having a good time as she played with her boobs, using lube and her fingers to stimulate both, then moving one hand down to start stroking her shaved vulva.

Following along, Andrea was squirming with how good it felt. It was so different than her rare self-rubbing until now. It was amazing, and thrilling. She wasn't shaved, the lube was matting down her pubic hair. It all felt great. She was panting. She had long ago kicked off the sweat pants and torn away the t-shirt, she was naked on her couch, rubbing herself with one hand and stroking her right breast with the other.

When Karla cupped a boob, she did the same--it was just slightly too big for her hand to cover, if she spread the fingers. The nipple was amazingly hard and sensitive, one more thing that had never happened to her before. Karla was saying, "Don't be in a hurry to finish! Leave yourself plenty of time for pleasure, and just go at the pace that feels best. If you want to come, and it's not required, come when you're ready. A slow buildup can be amazing!"

---Civilization on Earth---

The new creatures

learned

. Other animals could learn, but they could not store up the knowledge. They could not gift their knowledge to others, and even to others yet unborn. These, in less than an eon, had gone from cooking to clothing to constructing buildings. It even seemed to the angels that the Creator was directly influencing these creatures, ignoring Its Servants. Some of the Servants resented this, feeling diminished by their exclusion.

---That Morning---

"Thank you."

Careful, careful.

"What sort of wishes do you advise me to avoid, because they will have negative consequences that will make me regret them?"

"There are wishes that I am forbidden or unable to grant. Forced into flesh, I can only exert myself beyond this skin in answer to a mortal's request. As your people would call it: I can only use my power to grant a wish. I may neither bless nor curse by my own will. Many of my brothers have taken to twisting the words of the person asking their intercession, attempting to impose their own will in contravention of the Creator's command. This is foolish. The One who made us is not to be contradicted, as He has shown. I, at least, choose instead to interpret wishes as generously and as accurately as possible. I find it more rewarding to help mortals in truth than engage in doomed plots against One who cannot be defeated."

He paused, seeming to reflect on what he had just said. "I am not permitted to change the laws of this world, this universe. You cannot wish away cancer, or death. I may not change the course of your history, directly. You cannot force a nation to depose its king by wishing, nor become a democracy. I may not directly take a human life. You could wish a curse upon an enemy, but not a deadly one."

Startled, she said, "I have no enemies like that. There are people I don't like, but I wouldn't

curse

them."

"Then you are wiser than most of my kind, child." He seemed to consider her more sharply.

---That Evening---

Andrea looked back at the screen and saw Karla's fingers running up and down her labia, covered in glistening lube. She lubed up her own fingers again and copied every one of Karla's moves.

The sex educator was still talking. "I'm going to put a finger inside myself now. Remember, you don't have to do this unless it feels good to you. Everyone is different!"

When Karla penetrated herself with a finger, Andrea did the same. It felt weird--only her gynecologist had ever put anything inside her like that before. It didn't feel bad, though. In fact, after the first few seconds, it started to feel good.

---Rebellion in Heaven---

Then, for the first time since assigning the angels their tasks, the One commanded them.

Some of the Servants found that they did not wish to obey.

---That Morning---

"I will simplify the near-infinite task of choosing from all possible wishes, Andrea Narvaez. For your first wish, I require you to choose an entirely selfish one. I will only grant your request should it benefit you, and not any other." He was smiling now, less amused by her and more benevolent. He suddenly reminded her of abuelo, when he was about to give her one of those candy orange slices, when she was little. She had loved those things! He always made her answer a question or do some small task first.

But what to wish for?

Am I taking this Genie-wish thing seriously? I think I am.

"I don't know what to ask for, Haanish. It would be absurd to ask for a delicious meal or a pretty blouse or something, but asking for important things feels like, I don't know, like cheating. If I asked for a good job, would I be taking it away from someone who deserved it more? That would be selfish. I just don't want to

be

that selfish."

"Is there no thing about yourself that you would wish to change, child? One wise man wished to be taller. It harmed no one else for him to gain a hands-length of height, and it made him very happy to no longer be among the shortest. A woman wished to have her fertility return long enough to have a child."

Andrea suddenly said, "Haanish, let me ask you: I feel sexual desire sometimes, but I have never been ... satisfied. I've lost two boyfriends because I was not responsive. It is very frustrating, desiring but never being able to feel the pleasure I want. I've always wondered what sexuality feels like to other people."

"You said that I could ask questions. If I ask--if I wish for greater sexual response, and I don't like it, could I use another wish to undo the change?"

Haanish smiled.

---That Evening---

On the screen, Karla had pulled her finger out and was rubbing herself frantically now. She was breathing through clenched teeth. Andrea found herself no longer matching the woman on the TV. She was rubbing herself, but she had mostly closed her thighs and straightened her legs. Karla's legs were spread wide, knees bent, showing her whole groin to the camera. Watching Karla was incredibly hot! The sound of her own panting was loud in her ears.

---The Fall---

There was war in Heaven, but it was neither epic nor interesting. The Servants knew before they chose to rebel that they could never triumph against the One who made all things. The intent was not victory. Their purpose was to make their resentment plain to the parent.

---That Morning---

Andrea looked the Djinn directly in the face and said, "I wish to be changed, so that I truly enjoy sexuality."

---That Evening---

As the pleasure became overwhelming, her eyes closed involuntarily, but she could hear Karla's moaning and grunting as she came, and the sound helped push Andrea over the edge she had rarely even approached before, her left hand frantically rubbing over her vulva, the right desperately clutching the couch pillow, breath actually stopping for a long few seconds as the muscles of her thighs and butt and belly all clenched and moved rhythmically. Waves of sensation swept over her, powerful and new. Her teeth clenched. She heard the couch creak in rhythm with her hips ...

Under her left hand: wetness. Muscles relaxing. Breath easing. Heart slowing. Perspiration drying.

Mouth smiling. Eyes wide open with wonder.

---The Punishment of the Fallen---

And the One punished Its rebellious children, or creations, or emanations, or servants. Since they would not bow before Its creation, Adam, the One took from them their high status and did an impossible thing (as was Its way), making them like unto mortals themselves, to remain thus until the lesson was fully learned.

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