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Synopsis: Mythical beings try to raise money by selling wishing rocks.
Warnings: Let's keep it simple- if illegal or immoral for you to read adult stories, don't read this one. It can be reposted in any completely free archive as long as it is complete and includes my name.
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Knock knock
Joe answered the door and saw a big blue rabbit.
Joe closed the door and went back towards bed. He KNEW better than to eat spicy food as a late night snack, especially when combined with some serious drinking.
Knock KNOCK!
He struggled back to the door and... the bunny was still there, looking a bit ticked.
"Hello?" Joe started. He noticed a unicorn knocking on the door across the street.
"Hi," The rabbit started, "My name is Floppy, and I am raising money for the Interdimensional Order of Quasi-Mythical Beings. We are selling these high-quality wishing rocks for only $10 each, or get a dozen for $100. How many can I put you down for?" He looked up from the script he had been reading and looked at Joe expectantly.
"Wishing rocks." Joe said, staring at the rabbit's big, loveable eyes.
"Hey, we could not very well be hauling wishing wells door to door now, could we? Now, THESE wishing rocks are the very best Category Three rocks we could find. Each one is guaranteed to fulfill one wish, up to a level 'Omega'βtype wish. As you know, Level Omega is pretty good- not unlimited wealth or eternal life, but a lot better than winning fifty bucks at the local lottery!"
"Wishing rocks." Joe rearticulated.
Floppy heaved a big sigh. "Figures," he mumbled. "Four billion people and I start with Einstein here." He pulled out a bag of gravel and handed me a piece. "Hold this tight and make a wish. It is only a wishing pebble, so keep it small.
He held the rock and thought 'God, I really wished I was sober!' And... he was! It hurt like the dickens, and he had to piss like a racehorse, but he was stone cold sober. Yuck! Hey! It worked! Wow. Joe looked at his hand to see that the pebble had turned to gritty dust.
"Why are you selling these things..." He started.
Floppy interrupted. "...Door to door, I know, I know. Long story. Embezzlement, bad economy, yada, yada, yada. Look- you want any or not? This is a special 'one day only price'. As soon as the cash flow is better the price goes back up and you'll have to find us to get any more."
"Is there any sort of guarantee that they work?"
"Yeah. First of all, any stone that fails to perform will be replaced with two new ones at no cost to you. Next, if you are unhappy with the results of any wish, you can buy an 'Unwishing Rock β’' at a special rate and undo it. By the way- no wishing rock can undo another wishing rock. Union rules."
What the hell. Joe bought a gift pack of a dozen plain looking stones in a recycled egg carton, and got a cheaply printed business card with my customer service rep's name and number on it 'if you need anything else from us'. Floppy hopped over to the next house and Joe closed the door, took a shower, got dressed, and sat to stare at his rocks for a few minutes.
After three hours, he had not moved, still entranced by the possibilities here! He grabbed the first rock.
"I wish my body and face were changed to that of a twenty-five year-old athlete in perfect condition and absolutely healthy, about 6β² 2β³, about 190 pounds. Well-toned muscles, great flexibility and aerobic capacity. The face should be sexy with blonde hair, and the penis should be about ten inches long and nice and thick with good-sized balls. Overall, I should be powerful, sexy, coordinated, admired by men and attractive to women."
Poof- it was so! The rock crumbled to dust as his body instantly changed. It was fantastic! His clothes no longer fit his much taller, much thinner, much better hung body. He looked in the mirror and was impressed with what he saw. Brad Pitt, George Clooney, and that sexy guy in the commercials all rolled into one, with the sculpted bod of an Olympic athlete. Joe tensed an arm and could literally hear his muscles ripple and pump up. He looked down and his new cock was lightly thumping his thigh near the knee. Life was good already and he had bought a dozen of the things!
He went upstairs to the apartment in the attic bedroom up there and stood by the up-to-now always-locked connecting door. A couple of girls lived there. As they had their own entrance, he almost never saw them. Normally, that was not a bad thing as they were neither friendly, attractive, nor interested... at least not to the old Joe. He knew they were both in, and at this hour probably either in bed or close to it.
"I wish Sally would transform into a Katie 'Jordan' Price look-a-like with real breasts and no tattoos. She will be in perfect health, have a sexy voice, and always look as good as she does in the photos I have on my computer. She will love sex in any form- addicted to it, and be madly in love with me. When she is changed, she will open the door and let me in." The rock crumbled to dust and I heard footsteps and noises on the other side of the door.
Sally/Jordan opened it. Her old nightgown fit the new body like a really tight glove, showing every mouthwatering curve. Joe saw her roommate, June, in the other room yelling at Sally to tell her what was going on!
Joe held the other rock and wished "I wish for June to change into the image of Carmen Electra I have on my computer. I wish for her to be perfectly healthy and also to love sex in any form- also addicted to it, and be madly in love with me." The rock crumbled and in a heartbeat, she was changed as well. Cool!
Three minutes later, Joe was in heaven! Two beautiful, adoring women were lovingly sharing his cock between them. Their technique was primitive, but they made up for it with care and eagerness. He came several times in response to their attentions and each time they lapped up his sperm enthusiastically.
Joe laid Jordan, or Sally, or whoever she was on her back and began to fuck the living daylights out of her and she yelled, writhed, and rode him to bliss as her roommate kissed her tits and licked his cock as it came out, and generally busied herself. After bestowing a mind-numbing orgasm on Jordan, he shifted to June/Carmen and proceeded to screw her silly as well.
By the time he was done with June, Sally was awake and drippingly horny. She attacked him with a fervor that left him speechless!
Three hours later, Joe was in hell. The two were fighting for each pathetic drop of cum they could entice from his increasingly raw and withered cock. He had just managed to get them back to his place where he was hoping another rock would be his salvation. He managed to snag one and wished for the stamina to keep up with the girls, and better control over them. The rock crumbled away faithfully, but the situation was unchanged. Damn! This obviously counted as trying to 'undo' a wish! He figured trying to change them in any way would also be a wasted wish.
It was really, REALLY hard to think with the two of them literally having a catfight over trying to get him aroused again when even their most loving touch burned like acid. Hey... that might work!
Joe grabbed another rock and said "I wish I had a bottle of a magic lotion that would instantly heal and rejuvenate whatever it was used on." Poof! He quickly squirted some on his hands and they suddenly felt wonderful! He spread it on my cock and felt nothing. The lotion had 'healed and rejuvenated' his hands. Wonderful. He tried to squirt some directly on his cock, but it got on June/Carmen's face- and her face quickly became that of an 20-year-old Carmen Electra.