i wrote this instead of doing homework.
((OOC: Expla((OOC: Explanation - as a writing exercise, sometimes I'll take an idea I've already had, and just 'reverse' the male and female positions, and see what comes as a result. For this, I took the idea of Minnie as Mickey's genie, reversed it - and a new world came of it. I'm making this all up as I type - minnie in school, bullied by popular rich girls, is chased onto the school stage, and trips on a 'prop', a genie's lamp, and...))
... The explosion of light and sound was over as quickly as it had begun. The blue smoke settled, and began to dissipate, and the only evidence that something had happened was now the small mouse boy standing where the lights had shone. He was dressed in colorful garbs, clearly foreign, and after he dusted down his wear and adjusted his large jeweled turban, he began to do stretching exercises. Raising his arms, moving his legs, he spoke out loud, in a tongue that was ancient and not able to be understood by the four females right away.
Minnie, still sitting in her surprised position, still with the lamp in her lap, still with those old tears of fear on her face, now wore the same expression of sheer 'stun' as her chasers. It was one of those rare times when they had something in common. 'Oh, goodness'. She thought, distressed. 'I've finally lost my mind. That won't do at all.'
The mouse seemed to be satisfied with his exercises, as he stopped, and looked at the rich girls, speaking rapidly in those strange words. An odd silence followed, as blonde looked to brunette looked to duck. The brunette, second in command, spoke quietly, more to Daisy than the boy. "I... I think that's Arabic."
Daisy raised her eyebrows. "Do you speak any?"
"A... a little." Second looked between the boy and Daisy, back and forth. "I think he's asking... asking about who touched his... lamp."
Instantly, blonde and Daisy pointed to Minnie, with brunette following suit. Minnie gave a tiny yelp in surprise, and the boy turned around to look at her. His eyes fell on the lamp, and a charming smile graced his lips. He casually walked up to her, perhaps oblivious or ignoring all the confusion he was causing, and leaned down near her, speaking once more in words Minnie couldn't translate.
Brunette gave it a shot. "He's asking if you touched the lamp."
Though shocked out of her mind, Minnie was an avid teller of the truth. So she nodded, slowly, holding up the lamp in her hands. The boy looked her over, carefully, and his once princely smile now turned into something devious. He placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head upwards slightly, again speaking, his tone quite intrigued and delighted.
"W-what's he saying?" Minnie squeaked, his cheeks turning cotton candy pink.
By now, blonde and Daisy felt as if they weren't even in reality, instead watching some bizarre movie take place, watching Brunette translate, then looking back to Minnie to see the affects, and back and forth. This time, Brunette was a bit flabbergasted. "Oh, wow, uh..."
"What did he say!" shouted Daisy, blonde, and Minnie, with the boy, affectionately rubbing his finger under Minnie's chin.
"... He... um... he said... he's never had... such a cute mistress before."
As if on cue, the next thing Minnie knew, the boy was on top of her, arms wrapped snugly around her, his lips pressed lovingly against her neck. Her entire face would have put the first prize tomato at the country fair to shame, such a red she was. Her mouth was open, but she was too startled to make any sounds come out - which was just fine, as Daisy and her blond companion were doing plenty of shrieking for her. The boy murmured sweet nothings as he kissed her, and judging by the way the brunette was clutching her hair, they were things better left 'not said'. Minnie shook, more bewildered than actually afraid, and struggling to speak. Just what was he saying?! Who was he?! Why was he doing this?! WHAT WAS GOING ON?!
"I... I..." She screwed her eyes shut, desperately pleading, just to get it out of her system. "I wish I knew what you were saying!"
The lamp sputtered and spat that blue smoke again, and for a few bright seconds, the boy glowed the same color. Noticing he was being affected, the boy finally pulled himself back, sitting comfortably next to Minnie, shaking his head in slight discomfort. The smoke and lights ended within seconds, and the boy clicked his tongues several times before talking - now in clear, perfect English. "Oh, well, that does make things easier." A tiny shrug, and then he took Minnie's hand, tracing the outlines of her palm. "Now, where were we?"
"Who are you?!" she yelled, trying to pull her hand back.
He blinked, and then back to stand. "Why, shucks, where are my manners?" Making a sweeping bow, the jewel on his turban seemed to shine brighter than before."You have summoned the genie of the lamp, Michael Mouse, to your ever eternal command, my mistress. Until the lamp exchanges hands, I am your obedient servant." He offered her his hand to stand. "And your name?"
'Oh goodness'. Minnie had gone bonkers, bananas, she'd lost her mind, lost her head, she was going to be shipped to the insane asylum, to the nuthouse... and to think, her deeper subconscious could dream up a handsome boy who wanted to make amorous advances on her immediately. Minnie had no idea that she was so deeply perverted. Assuming by now that in reality she was being bound in a white jacket, she took his hand, using her other hand to hold the lamp, and slowly began to get back on her high heeled feet."M-Minnie. My name is Minnie."
Wrong move - he pulled her in close, then dipped her, grinning mischievously all the while. "My Mistress Minnie. Rather like the sound of that."
"I-I'm not your mistress!" she shrunk a little under his piercing gaze. "I'm just a high school student!"
"You rubbed my lamp, didn't you?"
"I fell on it!"
"Close enough."
"I don't even know you!"
"We'll get to know each other. I like what I know already."
'Goodness goodness goodness', like an endless mantra in her head - at the rate of all the blood going to her head just to blush, she was positive she was going to pass out soon, and his hand now playing with her tail was just making matters worse.
"We're in public!" She cried, and he blinked again, then lifted his head to the rich girls, whose jaws were dropped in shock.
"Huh. Right. Forgot about them." And was just fine with forgetting them again, if the hand going up Minnie's leg and skirt was any indication.
"Wait just one second." Daisy snapped her fingers, eyes narrowed, as something to brew in her mind. "Are you a real genie? As in... a granting wishes genie?"
"Never heard of a genie who didn't grant wishes." Michael replied, slightly indignant. Minnie, who saw the girls as upside-down, recognized the look in Daisy's eyes, despite the awkward angle - that was her sign of greed.
The duck rubbed her hands together, malicious in her voice. "So if I got my hands on your lamp..."
Blond giggled, catching the idea, supportability patting Daisy's shoulder. "Just think of what we could have! The latest clothes and shoes! All the cute boys groveling at our feet! We'd be set for life!"
Brunette was not entirely as keen on the idea, grimacing, stepping behind Daisy. "Does that mean we'd have him groping us all the time?"
"I could stand a little touchy feely stuff if I can be rich forever!" Daisy was almost cackling, lost in the future of possibilities. "We've got to get that lamp!"
Michael tsked, looking down at Minnie. "I'd suggest making a wish now. I'd rather be yours than theirs."
The girls were already running towards the mice, and Minnie said the first thing that came to mind - "I wish I was home!" She closed her eyes, and when she opened them - she was in her room, the same worn out cotton mattress beneath her, the same tattered walls surrounding her, the same smell of old decaying paint filtering the air... it was if she had never left for school that morning.
Except she was quite certain that morning, she didn't have a boy snuggled happily into her lap. "Good wish." he murmured, arms around he waist, and was soon enough flickering her tail in his fingers again.
She looked down at him, trying to let all of that past hour sink in properly to her mind. "You're a genie." She repeated flatly.
"Yup."
"Does this mean I only have one wish left?"
"Nah. That's just a rumor we spread to get some peace. I'll grant you whatever you want, whenever you want."
"... Do you do this to all girls who rub your lamp?"
"Come now, mistress, have you never heard of love at first sight?" he gave an appreciative kiss to her skirt, causing Minnie to speculate he meant a certain other 'L' word.
"What was your lamp doing in a box of school play props?" It wasn't easy to ask these questions and ignore his advances the same time, but she made the effort.
"My last master enjoyed plays. I guess he got my lamp mixed up somehow." He picked up one of her legs, and began kissing it the way down. "Good... for... me."
Minnie groaned quietly, rubbing her temples. This was going to be a very long school year.
... The explosion of light and sound was over as quickly as it had begun. The blue smoke settled, and began to dissipate, and the only evidence that something had happened was now the small mouse boy standing where the lights had shone. He was dressed in colorful garbs, clearly foreign, and after he dusted down his wear and adjusted his large jeweled turban, he began to do stretching exercises. Raising his arms, moving his legs, he spoke out loud, in a tongue that was ancient and not able to be understood by the four females right away.
Minnie, still sitting in her surprised position, still with the lamp in her lap, still with those old tears of fear on her face, now wore the same expression of sheer 'stun' as her chasers. It was one of those rare times when they had something in common. 'Oh, goodness'. She thought, distressed. 'I've finally lost my mind. That won't do at all.'
The mouse seemed to be satisfied with his exercises, as he stopped, and looked at the rich girls, speaking rapidly in those strange words. An odd silence followed, as blonde looked to brunette looked to duck. The brunette, second in command, spoke quietly, more to Daisy than the boy. "I... I think that's Arabic."
Daisy raised her eyebrows. "Do you speak any?"
"A... a little." Second looked between the boy and Daisy, back and forth. "I think he's asking... asking about who touched his... lamp."
Instantly, blonde and Daisy pointed to Minnie, with brunette following suit. Minnie gave a tiny yelp in surprise, and the boy turned around to look at her. His eyes fell on the lamp, and a charming smile graced his lips. He casually walked up to her, perhaps oblivious or ignoring all the confusion he was causing, and leaned down near her, speaking once more in words Minnie couldn't translate.
Brunette gave it a shot. "He's asking if you touched the lamp."
Though shocked out of her mind, Minnie was an avid teller of the truth. So she nodded, slowly, holding up the lamp in her hands. The boy looked her over, carefully, and his once princely smile now turned into something devious. He placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head upwards slightly, again speaking, his tone quite intrigued and delighted.
"W-what's he saying?" Minnie squeaked, his cheeks turning cotton candy pink.
By now, blonde and Daisy felt as if they weren't even in reality, instead watching some bizarre movie take place, watching Brunette translate, then looking back to Minnie to see the affects, and back and forth. This time, Brunette was a bit flabbergasted. "Oh, wow, uh..."
"What did he say!" shouted Daisy, blonde, and Minnie, with the boy, affectionately rubbing his finger under Minnie's chin.
"... He... um... he said... he's never had... such a cute mistress before."
As if on cue, the next thing Minnie knew, the boy was on top of her, arms wrapped snugly around her, his lips pressed lovingly against her neck. Her entire face would have put the first prize tomato at the country fair to shame, such a red she was. Her mouth was open, but she was too startled to make any sounds come out - which was just fine, as Daisy and her blond companion were doing plenty of shrieking for her. The boy murmured sweet nothings as he kissed her, and judging by the way the brunette was clutching her hair, they were things better left 'not said'. Minnie shook, more bewildered than actually afraid, and struggling to speak. Just what was he saying?! Who was he?! Why was he doing this?! WHAT WAS GOING ON?!
"I... I..." She screwed her eyes shut, desperately pleading, just to get it out of her system. "I wish I knew what you were saying!"
The lamp sputtered and spat that blue smoke again, and for a few bright seconds, the boy glowed the same color. Noticing he was being affected, the boy finally pulled himself back, sitting comfortably next to Minnie, shaking his head in slight discomfort. The smoke and lights ended within seconds, and the boy clicked his tongues several times before talking - now in clear, perfect English. "Oh, well, that does make things easier." A tiny shrug, and then he took Minnie's hand, tracing the outlines of her palm. "Now, where were we?"
"Who are you?!" she yelled, trying to pull her hand back.
He blinked, and then back to stand. "Why, shucks, where are my manners?" Making a sweeping bow, the jewel on his turban seemed to shine brighter than before."You have summoned the genie of the lamp, Michael Mouse, to your ever eternal command, my mistress. Until the lamp exchanges hands, I am your obedient servant." He offered her his hand to stand. "And your name?"
'Oh goodness'. Minnie had gone bonkers, bananas, she'd lost her mind, lost her head, she was going to be shipped to the insane asylum, to the nuthouse... and to think, her deeper subconscious could dream up a handsome boy who wanted to make amorous advances on her immediately. Minnie had no idea that she was so deeply perverted. Assuming by now that in reality she was being bound in a white jacket, she took his hand, using her other hand to hold the lamp, and slowly began to get back on her high heeled feet."M-Minnie. My name is Minnie."
Wrong move - he pulled her in close, then dipped her, grinning mischievously all the while. "My Mistress Minnie. Rather like the sound of that."
"I-I'm not your mistress!" she shrunk a little under his piercing gaze. "I'm just a high school student!"
"You rubbed my lamp, didn't you?"
"I fell on it!"
"Close enough."
"I don't even know you!"
"We'll get to know each other. I like what I know already."
'Goodness goodness goodness', like an endless mantra in her head - at the rate of all the blood going to her head just to blush, she was positive she was going to pass out soon, and his hand now playing with her tail was just making matters worse.
"We're in public!" She cried, and he blinked again, then lifted his head to the rich girls, whose jaws were dropped in shock.
"Huh. Right. Forgot about them." And was just fine with forgetting them again, if the hand going up Minnie's leg and skirt was any indication.
"Wait just one second." Daisy snapped her fingers, eyes narrowed, as something to brew in her mind. "Are you a real genie? As in... a granting wishes genie?"
"Never heard of a genie who didn't grant wishes." Michael replied, slightly indignant. Minnie, who saw the girls as upside-down, recognized the look in Daisy's eyes, despite the awkward angle - that was her sign of greed.
The duck rubbed her hands together, malicious in her voice. "So if I got my hands on your lamp..."
Blond giggled, catching the idea, supportability patting Daisy's shoulder. "Just think of what we could have! The latest clothes and shoes! All the cute boys groveling at our feet! We'd be set for life!"
Brunette was not entirely as keen on the idea, grimacing, stepping behind Daisy. "Does that mean we'd have him groping us all the time?"
"I could stand a little touchy feely stuff if I can be rich forever!" Daisy was almost cackling, lost in the future of possibilities. "We've got to get that lamp!"
Michael tsked, looking down at Minnie. "I'd suggest making a wish now. I'd rather be yours than theirs."
The girls were already running towards the mice, and Minnie said the first thing that came to mind - "I wish I was home!" She closed her eyes, and when she opened them - she was in her room, the same worn out cotton mattress beneath her, the same tattered walls surrounding her, the same smell of old decaying paint filtering the air... it was if she had never left for school that morning.
Except she was quite certain that morning, she didn't have a boy snuggled happily into her lap. "Good wish." he murmured, arms around he waist, and was soon enough flickering her tail in his fingers again.
She looked down at him, trying to let all of that past hour sink in properly to her mind. "You're a genie." She repeated flatly.
"Yup."
"Does this mean I only have one wish left?"
"Nah. That's just a rumor we spread to get some peace. I'll grant you whatever you want, whenever you want."
"... Do you do this to all girls who rub your lamp?"
"Come now, mistress, have you never heard of love at first sight?" he gave an appreciative kiss to her skirt, causing Minnie to speculate he meant a certain other 'L' word.
"What was your lamp doing in a box of school play props?" It wasn't easy to ask these questions and ignore his advances the same time, but she made the effort.
"My last master enjoyed plays. I guess he got my lamp mixed up somehow." He picked up one of her legs, and began kissing it the way down. "Good... for... me."
Minnie groaned quietly, rubbing her temples. This was going to be a very long school year.