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Click here"Popcorn?" Calculator suggested.
"Make some more wishes?" Gabe asked.
"Victory orgy?" Laxy said, clapping her hands together.
"Wait, what?" Gail asked, blinking a few times. I grinned at her.
"That's Laxy's suggestion for everything," I said, nodding. "But I think Gabe is right. You two deserve at least some wishes."
"Oh, I've been thinking of this since this started," Gabe said, nodding eagerly and rubbing his hands together. "Basically? I want to be Highlander immortal and have five million dollars in my back account."
"Highlander immortal?" Gail asked, sounding confused.
"Basically," Gabe explained. "You regenerate any damage you take and can only die if your head gets chopped off." He slapped at his neck. "So, it means I can live forever, can't suffer crippling injuries, and if in a few million years I get bored, I can end it all."
Gail opened her mouth, then closed it. "You know, that actually sounds pretty fucking good. I vote for that for my wish too."
Calculator nodded, bowing his head and clapping his palms together. "So it was wished...so it is done."
"How about no?" Gabe said, reaching up and gently unhooking Laxy's arm. "No offense -- but, uh...well...might as well be honest? I'm just not feeling it between us. No offense."
Laxy pouted -- then looked at Gail. Gail snorted.
"In your dreams, kid."
"We could wish for it!" Laxy shouted after them as they started to walk away -- towards the portal that Calculator had opened.
Gail turned back.
She grinned.
"Remember what they say about absolute power?" she asked.
Then she was gone.
Laxy leaned against me, pouting. "Pout," she said, out loud. "Oh well. Wanna take me home and rail me?"
"I'm down. You down, Calculator?" I asked.
Calculator grinned.
Together, we ported away.
And at the bottom of the ocean, a fedora nestled to the sea-floor, weighted down by water and salt and spirits. Quietly, a crab picked it up, then scuttled away.
THE END
I will write more on this series...once I get inspired. I like to have something clever and interesting - not just the same old wish fulfillment stories that genie narratives tend to be.
Not that that's a bad thing to anyone who writes such stuff - I just don't feel like writing them.
But if you need more Dragon Cobolt, I (as always) hasten you to check out my other stories on Literotica, and if you want longer, more edited stuff, check out my novellas on Amazon!
Check out A Fetch Job for a comedic novel of imps, college and fuckery: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N6ZGD8G
And check out THe Murder Stroke for action, adventures and angels: https://www.amazon.com/Murder-Stroke-Purgatory-Wars-Book-ebook/dp/B071NKZCXW/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
I really loved this story. Laughed my butt off! Please write more!