A genie's life is never really eventful. Having been stuffed in a lamp for thousands of years, Jezebel yearned to be free and resume her reign of terror and having mankind grovel at her feet. But of course, no one ever asks her about what she truly wants.

Fate would see to it that the spunky young pumpkin witch Cleopatra would discover her lamp at some yard sale and was drawn to it for reasons she did not know at the time.

After rubbing the residue from the lamp, Jezebel was summoned from the lamp with, as one already knows, offers of granting three wishes. The downside to this being that the cuffs around her wrists are there for a reason: they limit the access the ancient wish granter had to her natural magic with each instance, she would feel that magic be sapped out of her leaving her in a fatigued state. To combat it, Jezebel has to consume magical creatures so she could absorb their magic (she's more like a car; she would not die from the lack of magic in her veins, but she would be relatively useless).

For whatever inconceivable reason, likely because of the exotic tone of her skin, Cleopatra found herself taking glances at her bellybutton. From there, she decides to give the witch an ultimatum: provide her with sources of magic, and she would teach her the art of navel vore. Jezzie would have rather eaten Cleopatra to take her magic, but the spell that was cast on her prevents her from harming her master.

And so, the two came upon a village of gnomes, the vermin of the magical realm what with their habit of infiltrating people's lawns wreaking havoc. With Cleopatra watching, Jezebel grabbed a female gnome and inhaled. Her rib cage was momentarily exposed with a gust of wind sucking the gnome's head in an upward fashion.

Schlorp.

The gnome's head entered into the genie's bellybutton with a wet, plopping sound. The gnome shrieked from within her navel already peering into her stomach. Jezebel's cheeks blushed deep red as she steadied her breathing taking a huff every now and then. She sensed that the pumpkin witch was enjoying the show and that gave her some form of satisfaction as well.

The gnome tried to slam her fists against Jezebel's belly but her struggling drew her in deeper. Now her slick back and ass slurped into the bellybutton and her small petite legs were the last visible thing on the outside world. With one final heave, the gnome was completely engulfed. Jezebel panted and clasped her hands between her lively squirming orb.

"Ahh...these gnomes are mere calories, girl."

"Calories?"

Jezebel nodded. "They are the lowest on the scale of magic because they are so...oh god...mmm, they feel so good squirming around in there."

Jezebel turned to find more panicking gnomes. She got up from the ground and tossed one in the witch's direction. It was a small male gnome with green hair and beard.

"Try to knock this one out of the park."

Cleopatra looked at the sniveling gnome before her. She rubbed her tummy.

"Can I even fit him in here?"

Jezebel was already in the process of shoving more of the pests into the chasm of her bellybutton. Cleopatra saw this and felt a twinge of jealousy. Given how old Jezebel was, she knew that she had thousands of years of experience to her name.

Yet, she knew that she could not just go down like that. With that, she grabbed the pleading gnome with her fist and raised him in the air. She leaned back so the gnome could have a full understanding of what his final resting place would be.

Cleopatra O'Brien once again belongs to my friend  TeruyukiKiryuin. Jezebel (c) me.

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