The Amalgamation and The Djinn
Two things lay in a damp, musty cave. One of them was a child of about fourteen, with brown hair that had red and pink at the edges and had a pink butterfly clip in it. Their clothes was a sweater or turtleneck with swirls of pink and blue and green and tan on it. The girl, at least one would assume by the magenta skirt, also had purple leggings and brown thigh high boots. To finish it off, she had pale-yellow skin.
The other thing in the room was a strange bottle. It was purple and white mainly, with a head that had a spike on the top and sides. The spikes had rings of gold at the base, and the ‘head’ was appropriately called for the strange face that it had. The base was white, with six more rings asymmetrically placed. The bottle seemed a bit big, enough for two hands to be needed to hold comfortably.
The child moaned a bit in discomfort, waking up slowly and groggily. “Wah…” The child mumbled, forcing their sluggish body to move. It was as if they were Determined to get up, and the red in their hair seemed to get creep over a bit of the brown for a moment. The teen rubbed at their eyes, examining the room around them.
It was green, with a pool in the center of the room. The person saw a cave up a winding green ramp, which made the teen idly wonder how such a thing formed naturally. If it was natural anyway. The teen noticed the lamp, and blinked. “Is that…” They mumbled, still not having examined themself and thus yelping when they saw their form. “Wait, what?”
After going over to the pool and looking in it to examine themself, the person saw their new appearance and fell back, hair covering a bit in more pink in their fright. “W-what… why do I look like…” The girl mumbled, before shaking her head. “No, focus. Get the bottle, at least I’ll probably have someone to deal with this craziness with me then,” The girl mumbled. Resolute and Determined, pink receding and red lengthening again, the girl went over and picked the bottle up.
‘Hello there!’ A cheerful smooth voice spoke in her head. Surprisingly, the teen wasn’t surprised at this. The child seemed to have even expected it.
“Hello there,” The teen parroted to the bottle, holding it up to her face. The teen smiled, glad they took the gamble and evidently came out on top. “Not to tight in there? I just got up here, and I don’t know about you but I don’t imagine bottles being much more comfy than the cave floor I apparently slept on.”
A giggle was her response. ‘Thats funny!’ The voice in the bottle and the teens head replied, making the teen chuckle.
“A bit,” She admitted, humming. “Well, since it’s probably so cramped in there, why don’t you come on out?” The teen questioned. Grabbing the head with two fingers on either side of the top spike, the girl tried to twist it open but met resistance. Frowning a bit, she hardened her eyes. Red going a bit with pink not far behind in her hair, the girl twisted again and this time managed to easily open the bottle.
A green energy came from the bottle, it condensing in front of the girl. More and more came out, until suddenly a woman was there. Her hair was waist length and pink, starting to turn blondish the from the upper back down. The girl had two horns coming out of the top sides of her head, with rings pierced roughly in the middle and two more at each base. The girl had a pink headband that protruded upwards into dull spikes of pink, five in total. On the front of the headband was a bit of light grey leading into a pointed peak of dark grey, under being frills of pastel light pink.
The girl had elf ears pierced by more rings, green eyes, and a veil on her lower face that connected to what looked like bangs that acted as her rather sizeable chests support. Said support was held together by a black ring in the center, above the breasts. She had pink cloth wrapping around her sides partly, though only for a bit just above the waist with two ripped looking strands going downwards seeming to hang off it. This was held together by another ring, wrapped around the girls waist and two more strands of the see through material at the front and back that did absolutely nothing to hide the purple-grey panties she wore.
The ring belt had four light blue things on it like large charms, with three ‘fingers’ of purple on the end and rings around each of the fours wrist. The larger girl also wore gloves, holding wrings in her hands and having more around the end of the gloves. Finally, she wore shoes and stocking. The stockings were light blue and had rings at the middle thigh to support them, a pink stripe in the middle that enlarged and then went back to normal around the knee. There were two more rings at her ankles, and she had grey heels with golden heels and tips at the toe of the footwear.
The teen blinked, blushing a bit at the persons rather… lack of clothing in the general body area of her. “Hello again, my names Malga, what’s yours?” The teen questioned with a small gentle smile.
She smiled as she snapped her finger, everything going dark except for a spotlight over her and Malga. “I am the one who grants the most inner desires- with a few exceptions. One who has the who doo in the voo doo. I am, the one, The only,” She spun up into the air then, about twelve feet before spreading her arms out, one in Malga’s direction and the other in the opposite. “Din Alexandria, The Hoopa Djinn aka GENIE!!” She shouted happily before snapping once more as light returns to normal.
Malga clapped, smiling. “So, are there any limits on these desires that I should be made aware of? Number limit, restrictions, all that?” The girl asked.
Floating down just out of Malga’s private bubble she hmm. “Well there are rules I put up just in case some maniac won't use me. Rule number one: I can’t kill anybody. Rule number two: Cannot destroy, disintegrate or create anything that would destroy the panet, world ect. Rule number three: cannot make anybodies roles switch around. Rule number four: I cannot give more power to a person they already got except for exchange for that power which cannot be an overkill like summoning a black hole. Rule number five: I cannot affect every sentient beings into mind control or mind manipulation in a wide scale. Number six: I don’t grant desires of evil or destructive beings. The rest would take to long so I’ll stop there.” She answered.
Malga blinked. “Wow, that’s… a lot. I’m guessing those are more personal than actual rules?” The teen guessed, figuring the Djinn probably COULD do all of that but just didn’t like to. “I'm not going to bother with any of that stuff anyway, for now let’s get out of here… wait, what about number of desires?” The girl questioned, realising that one of her questions hadn’t been answered.
She shrugged. “I’ll grant three for you since you freed me. But anything else I’ll just grant them in my own choosing. And no none of the wishes affect me unless I let them.”
The teen nodded, smiling. “Alright… what if I desired you to be permanently free of this and any other entrapments at full power, without the risk of going mad with said power?” Malga asked, shaking the bottle a bit to show what she meant.
“I’m not going to be stuck there for thousands of years, not like Genie. But eh.” The woman shrugged with her shoulders with arms cross below her breasts.
Humming a bit, the girl shrugged. “I’ll ask it as the last thing if it’s ever needed,” She Malga decided, smiling. “Let’s get out of this place.” The brunette suggested, pointing to the caves exit before moving towards it. Din flew just behind her as she was holding a mirror or- no that's not mirror, its a ring with the inner space was replaced by a watery reflective surface. As they ascended the steps, Din moved really close to Malga so that her breasts pressed around the other girls neck.
Malga stopped, freezing as a blush erupted on her face. “A-alex, what are you doing?” She asked, both wanting and not wanting to move a inch right now. The woman responded with a “hm?” as she looked down from her staring.
“What is it? And please call me Din.” The Djinn replied, a bit curtly. The girl squirmed a bit, embarrassment filling her more.
“O-o, sorry, D-din… why are y-your b-breasts around my neck?” Malga asked, stuttering as her nerves made her speech mess up a bit. She wasn’t the best while nervous, admittedly.
She looked where her busts are then to Malga, then back to her breast before giving a small mischievous smile. Leaning in, her breasts squished on Malga’s back as she the djinn giggled. “Are you squirming?”
Malga blushed even more. ‘If she wants to press those into me so bad she might as well carry me!’ The girl thought herself. ‘They're so soft…’ The woman shifted causing her breast to move. “W-why are you rubbing on m-me…?” The girl questioned quietly. ‘This is too good for me…’
“As long as you have my bottle you are my possession.” Din simply said as she held herself around Malga’s neck like a floating cape.
The girl blinked. “P-possession?” She squeaked, squirming a bit more. ‘I’m not sure how I feel about that…’ She thought, though not to herself like she’d like.
“In dragons terms, your part of my hoard.” The genie purred. Malgas blush intensified. Blushilovania intensifies so damn much.
Malga squirmed a bit more. Despite her very partly female body, she retained one thing from before she woke up here and that thing was very much awake and standing ready right now. She was glad it seemed to be tucked so it wasn’t moving her skirt. Din tapped where she believed where the manhood would be, receiving the most adorable embarrassed squeak and hands covering the part, pushing the skirt downwards but not outwards. She also received a brief moan, but that was mostly covered by the squeak.
“Oh! So your a hmm… A futa! That makes sense now!” Din said, victorious like how a child figures out a puzzle, glee in her tone. The girl was too embarrassed for words at this point, Malgas face beet red and her hands covering her crotch.
The sound of bouncing and hoof clopping came from the entrance, and a girl appeared. Yet another pinkett, with bouncy hair. The hair went down past her rear, held in a ponytail at the lower bit. She had large breasts, and wore a purple dress with a heart on her chest, and had a blue top piece. Three balloons were on the skirt of it, which went about mid thigh. She wore blue boots with multicolored buttons, which were knee highs. She was humming something and her eyes are closed but hasn’t bump into anything as though she had echolocation.
“H-hello?” Malga called, hands away from her crotch for now. It’d be super embarrassing if someone saw that… A snap came from behind and the new girl stopped as she was about to do another bounce.
Malga blinked. “What did you do?” The girl asked, feeling like she’d be asking Din that a lot in the time to come that they spent together.
Din skipped between her and the new girl and chim in some words. “Pop quiz: You know who she is?” She asked.
Malga blinked. She walked closer, narrowing her eyes at the frozen mare. “Uh… Pinkie Pie?” The girl said after a moment's hesitation. She was in MLP? Great. More madness.
A correct bell went off, with Din clapping soon after. “Bingo!” She exclaimed before stopping her clapping and pointing Pinkie Pie. “I’ve been here for a thousand years, and been up-to-date with the ponies so listen up!” She said, getting a nod from her bottle wielder. “The mane six elements have enhanced their specialty to a E. Pinkie is Laughter ri~ght?” She asked.
“Right…” Malga trailed off, wondering where this was going.
“She’ll be more trying to make you happy. So here's the warning. One: Don’t make her mad, if you know the mlp mugen fighting game you’ll know what you have to avoid. Two: She’ll probably either focus on making you smile, laugh or for this version; a masturbater. Lastly watch out from her party traps like capture bear traps; trust me they aren’t dangerous but it's best to be wary if you ever miss a party more than three times.”
Malga blushed at the masterbater bit, and was frightened at the trap bit. “Are the people here just extra crazy?” She asked, wide eyed. She hoped she had some kind of powers and wasn’t just a weird look alike.
“Nope, at least as far as I’ve point out.” Djinn floated to Pinkie who had a- “Wait wha?! That's not right!”
Curious, Malga went to see what her Genie did and blanked. “Why does she have pegasus wings” Malga started, turning to Din. “When she was supposed to be a Earth Pony.”
Din didn’t answer for a few moments before facepalming. “Oh right! The original design made from Faust, Pinkie Pie was suppose to be known as Surprise, a pegasi mare with similar design with color swap.” Removing her hand as she leer at the mare before sighing in relief. “Okay, we don’t need to worry about one and three.”
Malga looked a bit nervous. “Are you sure?” The girl questioned the woman.
“Would you rather have one and three or having her strip completely?” Djinn asked, a mischievous grin on her face as she cocked her hip. Blushing heavily, Malga held up two fingers to show she’d prefer the second. Pervert. “Okay let's get out of here before the freeze wears off… and before getting dragged into a Grey reference.”
“O-okay,” The embarrassed Malga said, moving around the frozen pony and towards the cave entrance. Today… now all she needed was to learn she actually had magic and this insanity will have finally topped off. Giggling Din surprised Malga, swiping her in her arms in a baby carry, Din’s breast now smothering her face as she floats them to town.
Once at the edge of town, Malga finally managed to start thrashing a bit. “D-don’t carry me in like this! I d-don’t want people to see!” She said, hair half pink in her fear. Giggling they landed somewhere where her adorable hoard member wouldn’t feel embarrassed. Landing on top of a green hill Djinn puts her down. “Thank you,” Malga said.
Stretching a bit, her body having fallen asleep a little in the admittedly comfortable carry, Malga looked at the town. “Can you scry the town, make sure there aren’t that many other… difference?” Malga asked, wary of the potential dangers. Genie leered at the town before saying only the civilians being more human shape while everything else is the same.
Nodding, Malga started heading towards the town, slipping the bottle into her pocket and from that her inventory. Hopefully, no one straight up attacked them. Without Malga knowing Din had gone whisp and hid in the girls shirt, staying out of sight while staying right by her. When she entered the town, the citizens were nice and welcoming. “What am I even doing here?” Malga idly wondered to herself as she wandered, not really having a clue on what she was doing.
Deciding that, if she wanted to learn any kind of magic sometime soon she would need some books, Malga moved towards the town center. After getting lost several times, she finally got directions and found her way to the library. Once there, since it was a public building, Magla just walked right on in. Bells jingled as she entered to shelves and shelves of books.
Not seeing any ponies around at the moment, she just started wandering and hoped she’d find the magic books. Din flew out of Magla’s shirt and materialized just in time as a reptilian creature came downstairs. The reptile, a dragon maybe, had purple scales and green fins and eyes. He looked over to see the two individuals, waving at them before being froze by Din’s snap of a finger.
“Okay, guess this one with observation.” Djinn said.
Magla hummed. “It’s… Spike the dragon, seems happy to be here. Loves Twilight like a big sister/mother,” Magla said, as if reading from something. “1 ATK, 20 DF.” The woman waved at Magla to continue, guess she wanted to hear her guess the rest. “Uh… loves Rarity as a romantic interest, The assistant to Twilight.”
Seeing her finish Din explained. “That’s true but a couple bits are wrong. Spike and Rarity are engaged.” The genie revealed, making Magal blink.
“Timeline differences,” She mumbled annoyedly, crossing her arms and pouting. Din hovers over to the little drake, letting out a giggle before returning to her stop and unfreezing him as he was about to greet.
“Welcome to Ponyville’s library, Golden Oak Library, where you can rent books or read to your heart's content.” He said before he sheepishly adds. “Until night time that is. So, how can I; assistant Spike help you today?”
Magal smiled kindly. “I wanted to see some magic books,” The girl said politely, rocking back and forth a bit on her heels. Returning his with own smile he scurried to one of the book shelves, climbing really high and snatching a book before returning. Holding said item in his claws, he handed it to the undertale girl.
“Here you go miss.” Spike said, Magal smiling and thanking him before she took the book. Walking over to a piece of furniture, the girl opened it up to start reading it. Letting out a little breath of relaxation at it being readable, the girl started to read the book carefully, making sure to absorb all she could.
“SOUL, SOUL…” Magal whispered, searching for her most probable brand of magic. Eventually she found it, but and was both surprised and disappointed. She was surprised, that there was anything there at all. She was disappointed that it was pretty much never used, and when it was it could only make weak tools. Either Pony SOULs were weak, or something blocked them.
They didn’t seem to really called them SOUL weapons either, but spirit weapons… for some reason. “Hmmm, they don’t know,” She mumbled, intrigued as she read on the how to do the things described. As she read Din just lay down on her back, looking up at the wall as her chest raise and low along her quiet breathing.
Humming a bit, the human tried to copy what the book said to do. She felt… something, coursing through and down her arm in almost a instant. She clenched her left fist, and a sword formed that was red and familiar to the girl. The girl beamed at the blade, and put the book down to clench her right fist. It formed a red oval shield, and Malga giggled with glee.
Dismissing the two, Mala started reading on other spells and tried to figure out a way for them to be used with SOUL power. She didn’t know if she could, but she was both magic and SOUL powered from all the things she suspected she was a combination of, so if she could then it would probably be a bit difficult but ultimately rewardable if she managed it.
“Din, do you think any of this stuff besides the SOUL stuff will be useful?” Malga idly asked as she read, kicking her feet a little in her adorable excitement.
The woman tapped her chin in thought. “Well, there are so many spells that it should be possible, but thats why only few ponies can use a specific group.” She said before she teleported on the table three fourth of her size, laying on her stomach as she continued. “If I considered you as a pony, you’d only be able to use spells like equestrians… You can use them but if it's not a topic your great at, get ready for disappointment.”
Malga hummed a bit more. “I remember… illusions, constructs, some different attacks, explosions and fire from what I saw… but they were all young. I might get more,” Malga said, bouncing a bit in excitement at the thought of it.
“How would you use them then?” Din asked questioningly.
The girl shrugged. “I just wanna learn magic to learn magic,” Malga said, smiling innocently. She seemed to really just want to learn magic… almost like she desired to.
Teleporting and going back to her normal size behind Malga, she lowered her head just beside the girl. “Just like twilight.” She said in a sweet teasing tone in her ear. Malga blinked.
“So?” Malga questioned, tilting her head. “Magic is magic, why wouldn’t I want to learn it when my world had none before?” she added, receiving a “eh” before Din returned to what she was doing, laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling.
After a bit more of the book, Malga laid next to her. “See anything interesting?” She whispered teasingly, grinning at the woman next to her. She only received a poke to the chest, which she let out a little giggle of amusement at.
Din tapped her chin before looking at her little friend. “You still have two free wishes left…”
Tilting her head, Malga blinked. “When'd I use one?” She asked, curious. That was odd.
“Oops! Sorry, my mind wanders few times. Three wishes.” The Genie said, looking a bit sheepish.
Malga shrugged. “It's alright,” She said, before suddenly hugging the Genie and letting a little yawn out. Looks like the eventful day really mentally drained. With a snap they appeared in the cave where the dragon once lived, and another snap brought two beds into existence.
Malga was already asleep, having gone from awake to passed out nigh instantly. Din placed her under a blanket as she puffed off to somewhere… neither noticing the book nearby.
Author's Note
This story has been written by Rezas and Kye Belmont.